<?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-19371327</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:09:37.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory...</title><subtitle type='html'>ANDY TEH HAN YEN(1981 - 2005)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Your Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217183017766783743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-116698343976025094</id><published>2006-12-25T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:03:59.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a BLUE christmas without YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n143/mijoke/BlueChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic taken from &lt;a href="http://my.opera.com/onlinelife/forums/topic.dml?id=112805"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-116698343976025094?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116698343976025094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=116698343976025094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/116698343976025094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/116698343976025094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-blue-christmas-without-you-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-116504656952544152</id><published>2006-12-02T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:02:49.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It has been a year since you've gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother how I miss you, each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You left us all so suddenly;there were many things I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;Like why you stayed out late that night, when you were supposed to be at home.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought never thought in a million years,you would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you got your rememberance, whether it is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you never thought it would leave me all alone and sad.&lt;br /&gt;Or do you care? Because you're in a better place,&lt;br /&gt;And the tragedy of your loss, I guess I'll have to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting a call, that you had moved on.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just hard for me to accept that you are really gone.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come back because I really need you here.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of living without you is my greatest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk through the woods late at night.&lt;br /&gt;It's the place you gave up, or maybe lost the fight.&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to the enormous old oak tree,&lt;br /&gt;And look up at your silhouette wishing it were me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: no internet connection, therefore couldn't post on the exact day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-116504656952544152?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/116504656952544152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=116504656952544152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/116504656952544152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/116504656952544152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-has-been-year-since-youve-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-115677007148101980</id><published>2006-08-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:01:11.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more dreams to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should have blog since years ago but i didn't have the time due to those assignments deadline that come one after another...&lt;br /&gt;my maid dreamt of my bro on his birthday itself... she told my parents (i think)..&lt;br /&gt;my bro was carrying baby Colson and plays with him...&lt;br /&gt;my bro loves his nephews and he loves to play with him... &lt;br /&gt;Everyday once he reached upstairs, he will eventually go to my sis-in-law's room to look for baby Frederick.. sometimes my sis-in-law was even changing.. how sweatz.. lucky he knows how to close the door... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second dream was the day before we went to his cemetery i think... or on that night itself.. i'm not too sure... again, its from my maid... she woke up to give milk to my small nephew, and then she went to open my bro's room and she saw him sleeping on his bed... that was what she dream that night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-115677007148101980?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115677007148101980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=115677007148101980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115677007148101980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115677007148101980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-dreams-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-115454162704872301</id><published>2006-08-02T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:00:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's his 25th birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy birthday to my beloved bro!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image143-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Recalling last year, I've been a terrible sister...&lt;br/&gt;I totally forgotten to wish my bro on 2nd of August..&lt;br/&gt;In fact I remembered only on 3rd of August...&lt;br/&gt;I've been so guilty about it...&lt;br/&gt;Thinking of him sending me sms in the midnight when I turned 20 makes me even more guilty...&lt;br/&gt;Now that I remember his birthday, he's not here...&lt;br/&gt;Never thought that I will have no chance to wish him a happy birthday...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image147.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&gt;And today, I did something silly...&lt;br/&gt;I reached my cell, type a simple message and send to my bro's hp num...&lt;br/&gt;I'm not being silly to think that it'll reach my bro..&lt;br/&gt;But hey i've been doing this every year... &lt;br/&gt;So I thought I still can do it this year...&lt;br/&gt;His cell num will always be in my phone book...&lt;br/&gt;Always will be...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We'll be going to his cemetery on sat...&lt;br/&gt;Shall be meeting Cassandra...&lt;br/&gt;Guess His place is rather dirty now as we haven't been visiting for a period...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Again, happy birthday to my beloved kor!!!! Love you always!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-115454162704872301?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115454162704872301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=115454162704872301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115454162704872301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115454162704872301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-his-25th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-115451559115479073</id><published>2006-08-02T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T03:46:31.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You could have been 25 if not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inotstoopid.wordpress.com/2006/08/02/happy-birthday/"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-115451559115479073?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115451559115479073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=115451559115479073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115451559115479073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115451559115479073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-could-have-been-25-if-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-115123207790874585</id><published>2006-06-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T03:41:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt of my bro the night I turned 21. It wasn't a really good dream though.&lt;br /&gt;The content of the dream is I heard that he met with an accident where my parents &amp;amp; I rushed to his house in somewhere else. He was with my eldest bro. He got injured and were resting on the bed when we went to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow every year my bro would type a simple message to wish me. A simple message which is very precious to me. He HARDLY type any message, even when Father's Day come or Mommy's birthday, I'm the one who usually type a msg and then forward to his cell. And he will forward the msg to my parents. For my birthday, maybe he can't ask me to write a msg, thats why he typed himself. I think its very precious to me because this is something he type sincerely, sth that he thinks before he write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a really good bro to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-115123207790874585?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/115123207790874585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=115123207790874585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115123207790874585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/115123207790874585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dreamt-of-my-bro-night-i-turned-21.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114760212348609746</id><published>2006-05-14T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:22:03.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am too busy to blog lately..&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna jot down what have I dreamt lately...&lt;br /&gt;And obviously I've forgotten  when did this dream occur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dream :&lt;br /&gt;Both my brothers &amp; my sis-in-law were going for a vacation and they left me out. How sad! However, before they left, they dropped by my house and Andy gave me one big stacks of money which I don't know if it is RM700 or RM7000. He told me to hide it which I have no idea of it. He was kinda angry and then the dream just go off like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second dream :&lt;br /&gt;My bro was in the hospital, injured. He was at the emergency department &amp;amp; we were waiting for him. There were like 10 nurses surrounding him and I saw the whole bed full with blood. Its kind like what we have to go through on that incident day itself. He passed away in the dream. Thats what I remembered so far in the dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114760212348609746?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114760212348609746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114760212348609746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114760212348609746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114760212348609746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-too-busy-to-blog-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114658894146757476</id><published>2006-05-03T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:55:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My maid dreamt about my bro last  2 days if not mistaken. She saw my bro was entering the living room from the usual door and he walked straight to the picture of his which we displayed on top of the speaker. And right now, the picture is no longer there because it was sent to fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114658894146757476?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114658894146757476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114658894146757476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114658894146757476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114658894146757476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-maid-dreamt-about-my-bro-last-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114607043627344425</id><published>2006-04-27T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:06:21.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cat dropped my bro's picture!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mum &amp; my maid were measuring cloth in the living room and suddenly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;'Ppiiiiaaaaannnnggggggg!!!'&lt;/span&gt;. That's what they heard and I heard from upstairs. My naughty cat jump to the speaker where we nicely displayed my bro's photo. The glass cracked. I don't have a good feeling though. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus from what I heard from Dad &amp; Mum, it makes me not comfy at all.&lt;br /&gt;There was this customer who was in the house the other day &amp;amp; he recalled about the very last time he saw my bro. That was when my bro was outside burning some papers.&lt;br /&gt;And this particular customer who did those funeral and prayer stuff (something related to spirits I guess), he can see 'stuff' with his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He saw 'something' from my bro went up to the sky but he can't speak a word of that because it's forbidden. But one thing we're sure that my bro went to heaven. Strangely I have this fear in my heart when I heard about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"He's someone who can't give you a permanent happiness &amp; can't walk the rest of the road with you"&lt;/span&gt;, for what he says to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I feel so sad to hear about this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were talking about this topic. Suddenly my dad remembered something. My dad was a strong Buddhist back then &amp; he used to go to many temples. One of the people in the temple told him that he can't have 3 or 5 children, only 2 or 4 kids. If I were to have another siblings, will my bro stay? Or maybe if I'm not born into this world, will my bro stay with parents to continue the path of life? I was 4 months old when I almost lost my life. I had a surgery because of my intestines. If Daddy were to be slightly late to send me to hospital, I'd probably be gone now.  But I'm here today &amp;amp; my bro is gone. Is this fate or is this something we must be alert of?? I feel weird &amp; confused where people knew that he's going to leave this world before it even happens.. What about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;'we don't know about tomorrow'&lt;/span&gt;? Do we actually know about tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114607043627344425?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114607043627344425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114607043627344425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114607043627344425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114607043627344425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-cat-dropped-my-bros-picture-so-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114399781673462573</id><published>2006-04-03T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:15:51.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image009.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image006.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image010.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image014.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image017.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114399781673462573?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114399781673462573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114399781673462573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114399781673462573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114399781673462573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114373737501167729</id><published>2006-03-31T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:49:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We visited Kor's cemetery before we pushed off to Langkawi...&lt;br /&gt;The flowers that we plant before this are all dead!!! Hmm.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_1186editedcopy.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;Cass bought the fake flowers and the 4 lilies cost her freaking RM 80++ bucks...&lt;br /&gt;Plus the packaging and lil' flowers everything cost her around RM130. But because of she knew the boss, she got discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_1188a.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114373737501167729?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114373737501167729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114373737501167729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114373737501167729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114373737501167729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-visited-kors-cemetery-before-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114211052374649728</id><published>2006-03-12T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:55:23.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I regret I will never see you again, not till I leave this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when you lose a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one&lt;br /&gt;Their soul goes to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heaven forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened to me&lt;br /&gt;For i lost &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my precious brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; and still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;my protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just always assumed that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day&lt;br /&gt;God took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt; away&lt;br /&gt;And in a way&lt;br /&gt;A part of me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that day&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; very much&lt;br /&gt;And think about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt; everyday&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;many lives&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; touched&lt;br /&gt;And always had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;nice things&lt;/span&gt; to say&lt;br /&gt;Even though &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not with me&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;watches over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know that i will see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will never forget &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt; ever&lt;br /&gt;Because i know deep inside my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114211052374649728?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114211052374649728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114211052374649728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114211052374649728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114211052374649728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-regret-i-will-never-see-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114190225146538276</id><published>2006-03-09T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:04:11.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've quite a number of things to mention..&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I won't leave anything out.. Am too busy to blog lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt of my dearheart bro...&lt;br /&gt;We were staying in one house together, only both of us..&lt;br /&gt;We were much grown-up, having our own life..&lt;br /&gt;It was one day where he juz come back from somewhere else..&lt;br /&gt;I have not been seeing him for some time..&lt;br /&gt;And then he asked me if there's any vcds to watch lately...&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was burning one of the newest series..&lt;br /&gt;He quickly stopped me because it wasn't nice at all..&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis-in-law dreamt about him too..&lt;br /&gt;She can't recall much...&lt;br /&gt;My bro got a fwen, CS who is in prison right now.. In fact our family know him kinda well..&lt;br /&gt;And bro do helped him alot and visit him quite often..&lt;br /&gt;He even cried when his parents told him about my bro's departure..&lt;br /&gt;Sis-in-law was saying either my bro told her that he went to visit CS or he's asking my sis-in-law to visit CS..&lt;br /&gt;Can't really confirmed about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the shop on Monday alone, with one of the worker..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this Indian guy was asking if he can check out the photos on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;Of coz i said can.. I don't really like it tho.. A lil' disturbing for me...&lt;br /&gt;And as he was sitting in front of me, he was pointing to my bro...&lt;br /&gt;Asking where is he now? So I asked which one...&lt;br /&gt;'The yellow shirt', he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo : Oh, he passed away adi.&lt;br /&gt;Indian : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Jo : *look at him* yea, he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Indian : *mumble a few words in Tamil* *paused* you lie to me izit?!?!?! How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Jo : What for i want to lie to u? Serious. He met with accident.&lt;br /&gt;Indian : Aaw.. poor thing. He used to sit here *point at where I am sitting*&lt;br /&gt;Jo : Yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a number of people who don't know that he's gone.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so so much... Esp lately... I'm missing his presence..&lt;br /&gt;And today.. when I asked my worker to take some stuff to my car..&lt;br /&gt;He walked out and press the car alarm..&lt;br /&gt;For once, I thought it was my bro who came to shop..&lt;br /&gt;And at that minute, the phrase 'bro is gone' came to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;How disappointed and sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have more.. But juz couldn't recall..&lt;br /&gt;I'll update if I remembered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114190225146538276?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114190225146538276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114190225146538276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114190225146538276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114190225146538276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-quite-number-of-things-to-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114174828382839102</id><published>2006-03-07T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:18:03.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/320/Image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/320/Image004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/1600/Image008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/320/Image008.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/1600/Image013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/320/Image013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/1600/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/545/320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114174828382839102?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114174828382839102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114174828382839102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114174828382839102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114174828382839102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114174754362897152</id><published>2006-03-07T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:05:43.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this was due long ago. This blog is set up as a memory to a childhood friend, and also to a brother who left too early. At the age of 24, the future looks bright and long, until one fine day, when fate decided to play it role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been due for a while, as I promise Joanne that I will start it off by posting up Andy's pictures. There you go with some early years pictures of Andy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114174754362897152?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114174754362897152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114174754362897152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114174754362897152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114174754362897152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-this-was-due-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-114061818316448227</id><published>2006-02-22T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T06:23:03.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Frederick saw him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the week when I went to KL...&lt;br /&gt;There was one morning, when Frederick kept pointing to one side of the house, and he kept calling 'su su' (that's what he call my bro, Andy). So my sis-in-law asked, 'Su su searching for who?'. Freddy answered, 'Daddy'.&lt;br /&gt;I assumed he saw my bro because he don't usually call 'su su' for fun. Only when we point at my bro's picture, he will say out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-114061818316448227?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/114061818316448227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=114061818316448227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114061818316448227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/114061818316448227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/02/frederick-saw-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113924943107543839</id><published>2006-02-07T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:10:31.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Visitation to bro's cemetery**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to those florist garden with Mommy the day before we went to Ipoh. So we've gotten a few pots of flowers for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;korkor&lt;/span&gt;(bro). Luckily we still manage to get enough coz most of those flowers were out of stock. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/DSC01200.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pots of flowers...&lt;br /&gt;by : the family members, Cass, Aunt Pat, Aunt Khim, Unc Andrew and another pot is for korkor's neighbour granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pushed off around 8plus that morning. That morning wasn't that great. I was kinda pissed off and about to throw tantrum adi. Really annoys me alot. Well, I don't want to make the situation worse, so I kept quiet. We reached Ipoh around 930am, and then went for breakfast with aunt &amp;amp; uncle. Uncle led us the way to Cass's house and we picked her up. By the time we got there, it's already 11am. Ai Lui came by herself. She needs to work. And we start the planting session. It was freaking HOT i tell you!!! Crazy!! Thank God there were 2 Nepal workers to help us with the planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_0828.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so grateful to have them helping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_0833.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way done...&lt;br /&gt;The white cross is also from our church. She passed away one week after my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was saying God sent granny to look after korkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_0837d.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.. Poser!! Cannot stand. The weather was burning hot u know?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Sweat like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_0838d.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, uncle also can't stand the heat...&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_0843d.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see what is that??&lt;br /&gt;There're 'taugeh' in the dry mud. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;And they are huge!! I was saying we can pluck and bring it to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahaha.... Jkjk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/MemoriesOfTEHHAN.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's done!! It's all worth our sweats.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of completing the planting is really satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/IMG_0848d.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly... Family pics of us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113924943107543839?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113924943107543839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113924943107543839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113924943107543839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113924943107543839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/02/visitation-to-bros-cemetery-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113916041021581246</id><published>2006-02-06T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:26:50.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt about him again the night before we went to his cemetery...&lt;br /&gt;It was a silly dream though.. I feel funny when I woke up and thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know a net friend and apparently he's already my bf (which is so impossible in my life). And then he gonna reach my house in the midnight. I can't be bothered to wait for his arrival, so I slept. The weird thing is he got my house key. That was his first time coming to my house. Morning came. I woke up late and then we went for meal. My 2 brothers sat beside him and make him to sit in between. Lol. Probably asking him tonnes of questions!!! Wakakakaka.. And that's my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days, my maid dreamt of him too. He was wearing his favourite sunglass and wore smartly preparing to go out with Cassandra. Probably he's having CNY also. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time where his fwen, Wai Leong dreamt of him too. It was like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh, CNY coming, aren't u going to bring me for shopping??&lt;/span&gt;'. That's what he said to Wai Leong. That was before CNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113916041021581246?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113916041021581246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113916041021581246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113916041021581246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113916041021581246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dreamt-about-him-again-night-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113915968346042348</id><published>2006-02-06T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:14:43.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy &amp;amp; I bought flowers to bring to bro's cemetery and plant. Aunt Pat, Uncle Andrew, Aunt Khim, Cassandra and the family members each buy a pot of flower. Well, I'm gonna show the flowers. About the planting, I'll blog later as I haven't upload the picture yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/DSC01200.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the flowers that we bought. We couldn't find much options as the garden is out of stock. Lucky us we still manage to get a few pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell u, the planting turned out to be really really nice and pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update those pics soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113915968346042348?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113915968346042348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113915968346042348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113915968346042348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113915968346042348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/02/mummy-i-bought-flowers-to-bring-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113842064039709811</id><published>2006-01-28T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:57:20.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the reunion dinner. Relatives are coming back. Yay!! Gotta meet my couzies...&lt;br /&gt;All friends are back in hometown.&lt;br /&gt;This is only the time where we can meet all your old friends and buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is cooking tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cny celebration this year. No brother this year :(&lt;br /&gt;We're missing him so much. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Parents still crying in the midnight sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;While me thinking that he's not gonna sit with us at the same table where we're going to have reunion, makes me cry. My heart is so pain. Where's my bro?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a lil' girl where I lost myself in a city &amp; crying for my bro to come &amp;amp; help me.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm excited to meet my couzies, my friends, my uncle auntie, deep down in my heart, I'm so desperate for my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, I'll help him to keep his red packets(angpow) as he won't be around in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Once cny is over, I'll gather all his redpackets and passed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;If he's generous, he'll definitely give me some of the ang pow money.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him joking around the house, flirting with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Or probably bring me out for drink with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;AaaWwW~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thought of him not coming back anymore hurts more than anything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has become a cry-baby place. Not only mine, sis-in-law cried too.&lt;br /&gt;There're 2 deaths occured in my family last year.&lt;br /&gt;Early of last year was my sis-in-law's uncle who passed away.&lt;br /&gt;End of last year was my bro who left us without any words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always, my sweet brother!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113842064039709811?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113842064039709811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113842064039709811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113842064039709811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113842064039709811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113783027609254071</id><published>2006-01-21T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:57:56.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;The dreams that I see him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First dream&lt;/span&gt; – The whole family was in my room and we were chit-chatting. And everyone planning to go for a trip which I can’t recall the place. Poor thing I can’t be able to make it. So, as usual, my beloved bro teased me because I can’t join the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Second dream&lt;/span&gt; – My parents and I went to someone’s funeral. I’ve no idea who was that but when we reached the cemetery, it’s totally different with the reality one. The view is something like a jungle with a lot of trees. While they were burying the someone’s coffin, I went to my bro’s one. Somehow it’s so much different which makes me feel strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Third dream&lt;/span&gt; – I saw him wearing the tee I was wearing during the memorial service. That was his tee – a pretty new one. So I was asking him, ‘Why are you here?’ He seems like pay no attention to me. Probably I was invisible to him. It’s rather weird while I was driving his car and another fwen of mine driving her car and end up in a ferry. This really freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll note down every dream that I dreamt about him from now onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113783027609254071?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113783027609254071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113783027609254071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113783027609254071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113783027609254071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/01/dreams-that-i-see-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113764176525483085</id><published>2006-01-19T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:36:05.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My brother's Memorial Service - 14th January 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother’s memorial service was pretty good that night. I woke up at 5am to fetch Cass from bus station – she took bus back from S’pore. No idea why but I was terribly tired that day. So after having breakfast with her and Daddy, I went back to sleep instead. Cass helped out with Mummy in the kitchen then. I end up sleeping till 11am. Call me lazy pig all you want. I went and fetched sis in law around 2pm to come over and helped. Poor Frederick who cried so terribly when his mom left with me. As I browsed through my bro’s pics, I realised some that need to be edited. It’s too blank I feel. It was the time where I suddenly broke down and cried. That’s the time I realise how much I misses him, and how weak I actually am. I cool down myself and continue the editing. Cass took over then because she’s good in photoshop. I’m sucks with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 530pm then. Everything almost had done except the fruits and cheese cakes. Sis inlaw cut the cakes and Cass arrange while me kept eating while sis inlaw cut. Lol. I did help to arrange though. We’ve predicted for 100 or more people to come. True enough there were more than that. Anyhow there were still a lot of spaces as we booked 150 pieces of chair. I was freaking out when I fixed the projector and nothing came out. Bath taken, and hair is nicely blew but just because of that few minutes that freaked me out, I sweat-ed like shit. Again I need to bath more than once in less than 45 minutes. I’m in a rush then. Service will start in less than 40 mins and me? With sweaty shirt, smelly body... EeeewWwW~!!!! So quickly I run to upstairs and take a quick shower. Cass &amp; Jolene were in my room chit-chatting plus enjoying the coolness. I haven’t been eating since morning breakfast; just have no appetite that day. No idea why. Roughly I ate some fried meehoon that mummy has fried for the night session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service started. As they sang the songs, automatically I can feel my eyes are wet. I have to stop those tears from flowing. I don’t want to make myself look pathetic. Ai Lui came when pastor was preaching. She purposely rushes back for that night’s memorial service and then goes back to Ipoh the next day at 8pm. It’s my Daddy’s turn to say something. Omg omg!! I sobbed so hard but can’t stop myself from crying. So I’m the first to cry. The word that hit straight on me is ‘And Andy loves Joanne very much’. Ok, I almost break down but I controlled. I MUST CONTROLLED!! And I did. Daddy paused halfway and cried so much because he can’t afford to continue. He’s too heartbroken I know. I wanted to continue for him but somehow I was afraid that I will paused myself too. Mummy’s turn then. Mummy was crying too. Service finished then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food session. Everything is bro’s favourite food. I tell you, those people were so ‘ganas’. It really scares me and makes me kinda lost my appetite. Anyway I’ll be busy fixing the projector. So can’t be bothered. I entertained Ai Lui as she came alone while Cass was busy serving the food. Luckily she was there to help. Lip Keng (Aaron) came then. It was Daddy who informed me as I was inside the house. We talked a lil’ and I introduced him to Cass. And I operate my laptop and projector. Uncle is pretty impressed with my work but again it wasn’t that hard like everyone think. So that’s the memorial service. Everyone was really tired and I slept till 1pm the next day. Imagine that. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/abc.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From L to R – Dad, Mum, Frederick on the lap, Gary, CatMySisInLaw, AiLui-my bro’s current gf, Cass-my bro’s ex &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I was wearing my brother's tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/def.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s dad giving testimonial... And he sweatz alot. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/ghi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy’s turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/jkl.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**scary**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/mno.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slideshow playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/pqr.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying full attention at my brother’s pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113764176525483085?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113764176525483085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113764176525483085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113764176525483085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113764176525483085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-brothers-memorial-service-14th.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113738246293371446</id><published>2006-01-15T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:34:22.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unknowingly, tears started gathering in my eyes. I'm helpless, and I couldn't hold it back. My heart was beating heavily. I was afraid. I was in blankness. I do not know what to do, or what to say when I walk thru the gate. But somehow, I gathered my courage, and sped up my steps. I walked by all the guests, and I saw uncle (my friend's dad) talking to other guest. Then auntie saw me, and walked over. She whispered to my ear,"Andy has passed away." That was when my eyes became watery. Uncle came, and shake my hand. He said he have not seen me for very long time. Then the sister patted me on the back, and said "hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a short chat, before I took a seat and they started playing pictures of Andy, from the day he was born, until his funeral. I just sat quietly watching the pictures projected on the screen. I was emotionless. My mind kept on playing back those times that we had. I remembers how I first heard of him. It was from my eldest sis, who back then, found a part time tuition job, teaching Andy. He lives just a stone throw away from me, in the same neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that hit me was when the pictures of his funeral was shown. The picture of his coffin, and when they bury him. It's hurts so much, I really couldn't imagine that he's now lying under the ground. All sealed up. Breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pictures session, I wanted to make a move. So, I went over to talk to auntie, who told one of the guest that I'm Andy's very good friend since young. My eyes became watery again, and then I proceeded to say goodbye to uncle, and that's when tears started flowing down my cheek. This is the first time I went over to his place since his abrupt departure in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, he's the closest person whom I've lost in sudden. My tears can vouch for that. Only time will heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Joanne, for "burning" me a copy of his pictures. I know you miss him. I'm sad with his departure too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113738246293371446?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113738246293371446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113738246293371446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113738246293371446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113738246293371446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/01/unknowingly-tears-started-gathering-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113734465973118383</id><published>2006-01-15T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:14:29.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Desperation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing my brother&lt;/span&gt; so so much...&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like how people used to say ‘I miss you’, but I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; miss him...&lt;br /&gt;My heart is so desperate for him.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help crying as I wrote all this.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really hard to lose a bro, a dear bro who is so close to me. So hard!!&lt;br /&gt;He loves me so much; he used to protect me, used to control me, used to stop me from doing this and that.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever replace him in my heart. NONE OF YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;As I reminisced about the past, the happiness, the anger, the sadness, the joy we had, how I wish he will be here.&lt;br /&gt;How I used to blog about him using my laptop, how angry I was.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so stupid as I always quarrel with him about it. Why am I such a horrible person? Why am I angry over small matters? Is online is so important to me that I need to hurt our relationship? Yea, I’m the one to be blame. I know no point blaming me since it happens. My brother won’t be back anymore. NOT ANYMORE!! HOW I MISS HIM, NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what my dad said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘everyone see me leading my life so happily, but deep in my heart, it really hurts and sad’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know how my family is grieving for the absence of my beloved brother.&lt;br /&gt;He left without a word. He went just like that.&lt;br /&gt;As my dad was driving me around, as I gaze at the beautiful moon tonight, it makes me cry. It reveals how sad my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the moments where 3 of the siblings squeezed in one scooter and off we go to the funfair nearby my house. How happy was the lil’ girl being squeezed in the middle of her 2 brothers. It’s not like I was in primary school or secondary school but that was the time when I came back from KL. Imagine three young adults squeezing in a bike. I was making noise I wanted to go to the funfair and they brought me there. And the time when he tickles me coz he was sitting right behind of me. How I miss to fetch him with my scooter when I got my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time when he just woke up and he brings me for his first meal at freaking 5pm. He taught me so many things, esp how he earns money but I never bother to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing things for him. He’ll always ask me to make his room smells better. He’ll ask me to tie his hair when he first had long hair. We’ll watch movie together in his room till wee hours. That explains why we were always piggying till late morning or noon. He’ll ask me to go and fetch his girlfriend. He’ll ask me to do cards or to buy gifts for his girlfriend. He’s a real sweetheart to his girlfriends. I know all his girlfriends is grieving too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him buying me pressie or giving me cash. There was once when Frankie came back and gave me a surprise, and we plan to go to KL and then to Genting with Huei. I’ve run out of cash then. He was in my room, together with Frankie. And he just agreed without any hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;When he was using my laptop in his room, I’ll always be in his room. He’ll just give me money without any reason. RM 50 or RM 100. He even pays for streamyx sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;As all his friends know, he’s a super STINGY man. But he’s not when it comes to me. Remember when he bought RM1000 of ‘ring ring card’, he gave me a few so that I can talk on the phone too. Yea, both of us used to hang on phone a lot. He and his girlfriend while me with my fwens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him calling me ‘&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’. We used to be the ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;boyfriend-girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;’ when we were out – when he’s not bringing the girlfriend. I kept his picture with me, telling everyone that he’s my boyfriend, or I’ll get rid of some guys by showing pics of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/Image280.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him calling me ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’ or ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayam gajah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’. That explains how fat I am among the siblings. I can’t be bothered to entertain him anyhow. He loves to make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the secure feelings that he gave me. I can’t recall when it was but there’s a night when I was in his room with his friends. He was somewhere at downstairs doing something. And his friends started to flirt me. Gosh!! His action somehow surprised me when he came in. ‘&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW DARE YOU DISTURBED MY SISTER?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’ And there he jumped to the bed and hit his friends. It’s not real, just fooling around. But end up everyone is pressing him on the bed. How funny it was and the hypocrite sister was laughing at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the noise of him playing with my dear nephew. He pampers and loves my nephew so much. Whenever he comes home, the question that come out from his mouth is, ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Where is paopei(Frederick)?&lt;/span&gt;’. Last time he used to ask where is mom but the nephew has take over then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him calling me out when he was in KL. He was with her model girlfriend, Samantha. She loves those scary games like top-gun and rollercoaster. So he was in Times Square with her and how funny he kept begging me to go over with my ex. I didn’t want to go at first but after he persuades, we went. That was the first time he met my ex then. I was a lil’ nervous coz he warned me before that I’m not allowed to go on date. That was during my SPM though. Although he warned me that, it makes me glad because I know my bro cares about me. My parents didn’t even warn me about that. That shows how protective he is over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can only write this much today. Enough of tears. Enough of typing. Till I’m free to continue again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113734465973118383?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113734465973118383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113734465973118383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113734465973118383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113734465973118383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2006/01/desperation.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113422846228237827</id><published>2005-12-10T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T07:27:42.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid saw a vision of my brother sitting on the telephone table asking her, 'Kak, mana mak?'. According to my maid, he's wearing a grey and brown stripes tee and taking his Nike backpack with him. I can see my mom's teary eyes when my maid is telling us about it. And obviously, we do still miss him alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy reminds me again that my brother is already with the Lord. She told me not to worry about my bro's return because he won't. I believed that but on another hand, somehow I always think that he's watching me from a corner in the room. Thats really freaked me out when I imagined that. I'm praying that all this fear will go away from me and God will fill me with happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113422846228237827?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113422846228237827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113422846228237827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113422846228237827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113422846228237827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113384336479205593</id><published>2005-12-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:29:24.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>十一月二十七日早晨，突然获知你在十一月二十六日早晨离开了这世上的消息真的让我很惊讶。泪水从眼里直流而下，突然很想念你很想拥抱着你。为何突然发生这一场车祸夺走了你的生命，为何这一切一切来的无声无息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是我曾经深爱过的人，和你在一起的时光有快乐也有悲伤当然快乐来得比悲伤多。和你的家人相处了一段时间我门的关系也很融恰，他们都把我当成一家人照顾着关心着我。我们在一起时间飞驶的过了两年。曾经有想过和你共度人生，不知为和我却一声不响的从你身边溜走了什么也没有和你交代的就这样走了让你伤心难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我们分开以有三年多了，但是在这些日子里我依然有回想起我们曾经发生过的事。我以为时间可以把一切一切的事都忘掉。但是当我听说你离开了这世上，我才发现原来我还是爱着你的。那一天去到你家为你守夜，看着你家人和他们抱着大哭一场。我们都很适不得你，你的离去让我们很难过。看着你让我心痛，你离去的脸是多么的让人难过。我永远都不会忘记那天的你。回想起泪水也随着流下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂得珍惜你给我的爱，你给我的一切。让你伤心和难过。你在也不会回来了永远都不会回来了，永远都不能够面对面的对你说一声《对不起》。这一生都不想把你忘记。你是我这一生的遗憾........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113384336479205593?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113384336479205593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113384336479205593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113384336479205593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113384336479205593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113371682870215107</id><published>2005-12-05T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:20:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andy Teh&lt;br /&gt;(1981 - 2005),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember our childhood. All the time we spent together. All the things we do together. And all the games we played together when we were young. Those days are one of the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful to have you as a friend, as a companion, and help me to create such a memorable childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to swallow the fact that you're now gone. Someday, somehow, we'll have to accept it. Maybe God have better plans for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, we'll be Friends Forever. Will never forget the time we had when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known your family since young, and I know your dad is a very strong man. He'll get thru this. Please give more strength to your mum and help her go thru this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only has your family lost a great son and joker brother, I've lost a great friend too. You've left me with tonnes of memories, all of them good ones. Thanks for all the memories. All the marbles, video games, cycling-around-the-neighbourhood, one-on-one soccer, and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, and rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lip Keng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113371682870215107?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113371682870215107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113371682870215107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113371682870215107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113371682870215107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2005/12/andy-teh-1981-2005-i-will-remember-our_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113371541066658035</id><published>2005-12-04T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:43:17.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I would like to thank everyone for being with us throughout the whole time of sorrow. It is indeed a great loss to all of us that my brother has gone back with the Lord but like my father said, God has his purpose in everything He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, my brother is a great guy. Not only he’s great, he’s handsome and cheeky too. During his childhood, he always tries to be as naughty as he can. My dad told me a lot of his mischievous action. One fine day, he was playing alone at the compound of the house and he saw a cow passing the road. So he went to the gate and disturbed it. And then the next thing the cow got furious and he ran towards Andy and Andy was frightened. He ran into the house, he fell down and rolled all over the grass. I always laugh when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, it was raining in the afternoon. Andy got me out of the house and we would jump and run around the compound under the rain. My mum is definitely not happy when she saw us like that. I had to obey his words all the time when I was young. Though we quarreled and fought a lot, deep inside our heart, we loved each other very much. All siblings fight anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we’re getting older, he still creates joy and laughter at home with everyone. Whenever he sees my mother not in a good mood, he will try to make some silly jokes to attract her smile. And when he sees any of the siblings who are obviously me and my eldest brother, Gary making my parents sad or angry, he will definitely scold us for that. I still remembered when I was 17 years old, that was during my SPM year, he used to warn me that I’m not allowed to go out with any guys because I’m too young for that. He’s very very protective about me. Even my parents didn’t warn me for that. He always brings me out in the night after my exam to have fun. There was once when his friend was holding a cigarette and me being curious, I ask him what the taste of smoking is. And at the very moment I asked him, my brother warned me right away. He said, ‘Don’t ever let me see you smoke’. He is a very strict person and can be fierce to me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that he’s no longer with us, we will always remember him and his moments with us will always be kept deep down in our heart. My brother was and still a sweetheart to every one of us and I know he loved us as much as we loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ May peace be with you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My true love to you… Your lil’ sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/JA.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/094ko.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113371541066658035?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113371541066658035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113371541066658035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113371541066658035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113371541066658035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113384375034650450</id><published>2005-11-29T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:49:00.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog was created on behalf of my beloved brother who has gone back with the Lord on 26th November 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, or better known as Lip Keng, my bro's childhood best buddy did this blog for him. And me, his sister shall put up more pics of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to compile all the testimonials from all his friends if there's anyone who love to write something about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more about him soon. Thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed him terribly... Sigh..&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/19371327-113384375034650450?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113384375034650450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113384375034650450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113384375034650450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113384375034650450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-blog-was-created-on-behalf-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanne®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06910105234586518251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/album1/IMG_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19371327.post-113314521874238196</id><published>2005-11-27T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:25:50.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANDY TEH HAN YEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(1981 - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y12/blueyjo/ANDY.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19371327-113314521874238196?l=andyteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/feeds/113314521874238196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19371327&amp;postID=113314521874238196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113314521874238196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19371327/posts/default/113314521874238196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andyteh.blogspot.com/2005/11/andy-teh-han-yen1981-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Your Friend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17217183017766783743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
