<?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-1089728051873529421</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:54:04.959+08:00</updated><category term='unworthiness'/><title type='text'>and the story begins...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-347644035988755069</id><published>2010-03-01T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:16:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of uni life kick started with lectures. no ice breaking session. no fun. argh... &lt;br /&gt;say bye bye to laziness and welcome hectic life.soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-347644035988755069?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/347644035988755069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=347644035988755069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/347644035988755069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/347644035988755069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day-of-uni-life-kick-started-with.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8436655673528582816</id><published>2010-02-10T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:29:57.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, happy birthday to myself. i'm anticipating to know what's coming up in a few hours later. hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm forever 18! XD n counting down to my next birthday......&lt;br /&gt; 364 days =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8436655673528582816?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8436655673528582816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8436655673528582816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8436655673528582816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8436655673528582816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-1606373977842598989</id><published>2010-01-28T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:24:30.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, now that i look back and reconsider the decision i've made, i wonder if i made the right choice. the environment at nilai is ulu (no doubt) but yet so people-friendly. come to think of it, if i were to choose other universities instead of monash, my parents will be less burdened. why IMU has only one july intake for my course?!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;it might be a little too late to say this now as i've already paid the initial fees and booked a room at PJS9 sunway...&lt;br /&gt;hope everything turns out well when i am there. a bit sien of making new friends and start everything all over again. after high school ended, yes. i couldnt wait to meet new people and enjoy my college life at inti. now? i don't know. people who are so close to me are not there for me whenever i need them anymore. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just another emo post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-1606373977842598989?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/1606373977842598989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=1606373977842598989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1606373977842598989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1606373977842598989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2010/01/honestly-now-that-i-look-back-and.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-357107445639835776</id><published>2010-01-15T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:36:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot to mention... &lt;br /&gt;i am on my way in achieving my dreams!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S09VYwhLljI/AAAAAAAAAjE/04Fb6gZogH4/s1600-h/DSC06058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S09VYwhLljI/AAAAAAAAAjE/04Fb6gZogH4/s400/DSC06058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649959834031666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S09VYTx7g4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y5ty_8rUz_g/s1600-h/DSC06053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S09VYTx7g4I/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y5ty_8rUz_g/s400/DSC06053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649952119653250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monash, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;new life in university might not be as great or awesome as to the college life in inti back then. without the presence of my love ones i hope i can adapt to the new environment and enjoy my university life there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-357107445639835776?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/357107445639835776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=357107445639835776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/357107445639835776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/357107445639835776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-forgot-to-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S09VYwhLljI/AAAAAAAAAjE/04Fb6gZogH4/s72-c/DSC06058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-7203575413619803523</id><published>2010-01-13T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:38:32.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am certain  that my blog has no readership anymore but never mind. i know that in 10years time and when i feel old i will read everything in my blog again to get a boost of feeling young.  after 5days of working part time, i have to say, yes, money is hard to earn indeed. every single minute during work seems like years to me. and when i am having my break, it's just a blink of an eye. for all i know i was out to explore while munching on something, the next second the break time was already over. when i had nothing to do during work, i people watch. it's something fun though. looking at how people dress themselves up, how people communicate with their partner, how they walk, how they manage to go shopping and have bags of goods in their hands during non sales period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21things i realised during work:&lt;br /&gt;1. about 80% of girls wear make up to mall&lt;br /&gt;2. 50% of them line their eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. 50% wear heels, 25% wear flats, 10% wear sandals, 10% wear flip flops, 5% wear others like sneakers, sport shoes, etc...&lt;br /&gt;4. i see around 10 LVs a day. but only 1 or 2 is authentic LV. i secretly wish for one too =(    never mind, i get my first coach bag first before proceeding to higher ranking LV &lt;br /&gt;5. some girls can spend almost an hour in the shop i work. crazier than me!&lt;br /&gt;6. 70% of boyfriends accompany their girlfriends into the shop and give comments, 30% stay outside because it's an accessories shop so, non of their business!&lt;br /&gt;7. i meet weird customers everyday&lt;br /&gt;8. 60% of boyfriends put their hand on their girlfriends' waist, 35% hold hands, 5% others&lt;br /&gt;9. 70% of girls have their hair coloured&lt;br /&gt;10. 80% of females who go into the shop will go out with something (plastic) in their hands&lt;br /&gt;11. people can shop in the shop i work as early as  10am&lt;br /&gt;12. this shop is like a pit-stop for every females&lt;br /&gt;13. around 5 customers in a minutes' time&lt;br /&gt;14. i see people who has the same fashion taste. ok i kinda know they all shop from bugis,sg&lt;br /&gt;15. i wonder why so many people buy shoes from Emax. coz it's cheap? i want to go and have a look too. please tell me where it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;16. i keep thinking about going to school, be with my friends... i hate work&lt;br /&gt;17. i miss the goyang-kaki time at home. i want to rot&lt;br /&gt;18. i crave for food (fries from mcd, pretzel from auntie anne's, chocolate bread from seasons, bubble tea from cool blog, jco donuts, starbucks, rice burger from summer......&lt;br /&gt;19. the people who invented chair is so awesome. standing the whole day kills me&lt;br /&gt;20. i feel like wanting to shop, shop, shop so much during work. where did they get their shoes from? where did they get their tops from? where did they...&lt;br /&gt;21. the more i miss that someone whenever i see couples hanging around   T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 19th to CALly my superSTAR. hope you had a good time. BFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S03otWeKhBI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pZOVKJnn3Uw/s1600-h/18464_211346263033_638768033_3301115_7342589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S03otWeKhBI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pZOVKJnn3Uw/s320/18464_211346263033_638768033_3301115_7342589_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426248991875171346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-7203575413619803523?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/7203575413619803523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=7203575413619803523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/7203575413619803523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/7203575413619803523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-certain-that-my-blog-has-no.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/S03otWeKhBI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pZOVKJnn3Uw/s72-c/18464_211346263033_638768033_3301115_7342589_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-7619275349878618069</id><published>2009-12-27T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:43:24.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzeAg7A5c9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-upSvqtUSOU/s1600-h/080224035317382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzeAg7A5c9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-upSvqtUSOU/s200/080224035317382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419941979649307602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should learn to start to deal with imperfections and disappointments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-7619275349878618069?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/7619275349878618069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=7619275349878618069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/7619275349878618069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/7619275349878618069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-should-learn-to-start-to-deal-with.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzeAg7A5c9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-upSvqtUSOU/s72-c/080224035317382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3889233992871577078</id><published>2009-12-26T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:04:48.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than my dreams... &lt;br /&gt;I will always cherish&lt;br /&gt;Our nights in faraway land INTI, under the moonlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you. &lt;br /&gt;my ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzT9EAq01KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zhn-oRdeVtQ/s1600-h/Happy+Birthday+Sign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzT9EAq01KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zhn-oRdeVtQ/s320/Happy+Birthday+Sign2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419234496974476450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3889233992871577078?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3889233992871577078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3889233992871577078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3889233992871577078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3889233992871577078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-dont-want-to-fall-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzT9EAq01KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zhn-oRdeVtQ/s72-c/Happy+Birthday+Sign2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-1391524040131999806</id><published>2009-12-16T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:26:12.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate uncertainties in life, as much as most people do. Just not too long ago, I checked my result online. it was not bad, it was not too good either. It was just satisfying. Of course what I expected was even worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have always expected the worst of the worse. Knowing my result doesn’t seem to be a relief for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;when you see people who are close to you, well, so far two person is better than you, you know you are not good enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;now, it’s the time of the year to think about future again. what lies In future will always be an unknown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I keep thinking about going to monash in my head. So what happens after I go monash next year? First of all, I will be separated from Y. maybe we could only meet once or twice a month. Even now, Y is too busy and it’s really, really hard to meet up. And if Y goes overseas in the last year of his undergraduate course, I think&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;skype is the only way to see Y. which means, my webcam and headset would be a substitute of Y. if I were to stay in inti, I think we would be having another 2-3 years of happy time together. As in together for real, but not virtually on the net. Y is not the only reason for me to stay behind. The fee is much cheaper in inti compared to monash. Frankly speaking, the thought of me staying at inti next year crossed my mind a few times since I came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education wise. Where I head for university and the quality of the cert will determine my employability for my job in future. I don’t want to be jobless when I graduate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since monash ranked 25 in life sciences and biomedicine for the year 2009, my heart asks me to go for it. In the mean time I have to consider a lot of things too, not just about Y.&lt;br /&gt;how perfect right, if everything could go the way i want them to be…&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-1391524040131999806?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/1391524040131999806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=1391524040131999806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1391524040131999806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1391524040131999806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-uncertainties-in-life-as-much-as.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8594570187234728118</id><published>2009-12-15T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:47:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a week since i came back.. it's so boring to rot my days away. i want to find a job to get some cash for all my needs, but i don't feel like working. i want to go out, but looking at the weather each day, i feel like staying at home and do nothing at all. i want to start a blog shop, but i don't know where to start as to begin with a blog shop, i must know what to sell... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned nocturnal since don't know when. i guess it started during trial examination. i'm active and productive at night, whereas during the days i'm just clueless on what to do to occupy myself. dark circles love me so much now and i think i can't do anything to get rid of them as i'm having terrible insomnia. i never failed to have insomnia  during holidays. i will only be able to fell asleep around 4am! so when i can't sleep, i think about things or 'blog' in my head, which is really a waste of time. i'd rather spend those time dreaming of my price charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is really random and as usual, about my random rantings. i'm in short of cash and i need a lot a lot of $$$$ to satisfy all my needs. since i'm so bored, i am listing down all my wishful thinkings on all the stuff i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my material list,&lt;br /&gt;1. nikon coolpix S70 digital camera, RM1000++&lt;br /&gt;2. sony ericsson w995 walkman phone/ iphone 3GS, RM1000+/USD199&lt;br /&gt;3. sony NWZ-S544F walkman mp3 player(red), RM499&lt;br /&gt;4. a coach bag, price unknown (1k/2k??)&lt;br /&gt;5. garnier light brightening eye roll-on, RM21.90&lt;br /&gt;6. maybelline volum' express hyper curl cat eyes mascara, RM33.90&lt;br /&gt;7. cleansing express sebum makeup remover, RM 34.90&lt;br /&gt;8. blue and brown nail polish, RM 5.90 each&lt;br /&gt;9. revlon beyond natural skin matching make up with SPF 15, RM 59&lt;br /&gt;10. clinique superfit liquid foundation, RM 105&lt;br /&gt;11. the body shop vitamin c facial mist, RM49&lt;br /&gt;12. the gift, if you could see me now by cecelia ahern, RM34.90/ RM36.90&lt;br /&gt;13. remember me? by sophie kinsella, RM35.90&lt;br /&gt;14. the lost symbol by dan brown, RM99&lt;br /&gt;15. have a little faith by mitch albom, RM32.90&lt;br /&gt;16. who's that girl by alexandra potter, RM35.90&lt;br /&gt;17. my sister's keeper by jodi picoult, RM34.90&lt;br /&gt;18. starbucks year 2010 planner, RM50/ free with 11 wish stamps&lt;br /&gt;19. bow wallet from guess, RM179&lt;br /&gt;20. a layered skirt from topshop, RM89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total cost: approx RM 3643 (without considering the coach bag) o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just being materialistic here. my sony phone still working perfectly fine, it's alright to not to have my own digital camera, just dreaming of getting a coach bag, my wallet is still usable, i can live without a mp3 player, i can read those books at the bookstore (i will be able to finish them if i go popular every single day for a month), year planner from starbucks is not neccessary, i have many skirts, i have sufficient make up stuff and nail polishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still want them.... if i could have them all... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be more and more things that i want to buy... there are still things that i can never get enough of (shoes, clothes, hairbands, books, bags...)&lt;br /&gt;and oh, the eye brightening thing is vital because i hate how panda i look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a lot a lot of cash...&lt;br /&gt;what i want for chirstmas is that money, loads of money will drop from the ceiling of my room while i sleep on the eve of christmas. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8594570187234728118?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8594570187234728118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8594570187234728118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8594570187234728118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8594570187234728118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-has-been-week-since-i-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-6251291675083515455</id><published>2009-12-10T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:18:36.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chance upon a few blogs own by my course mate in college. i realised how much i miss them and the life there. being at home for the third day now, what i can say is... i feel so bored at home. i miss my peeps in inti. of course i miss my lovely friends here too. please make yourself free as soon as possible, i wanna hang out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would miss college. used to dislike that place actually. it's too jungle-ish. and the people there... are very different. being away from parents and the comfort of home was hard at first. it was hard to manage my expenditure every month. i always seemed not to have enough money to spend. and now that i'm back home with all the stuff that i've bought when i was there, i do realise why i did not have enough money to spend and had to chunk on bread every time i went broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college life was truly an awesome and different experience.&lt;br /&gt;my college life...&lt;br /&gt;1. download movies or dramas and watch them. there are download hubs available for students to share files online. it's so convenient as any new movies will be there soon after they are released.&lt;br /&gt;2. supper at night. burger/go for mamak&lt;br /&gt;3. shopping once a month. usually the place we go it's mid valley/seremban. other places are too far and inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;4. play left4dead at cyber cafe with friends. tell you all a secret, there was once we all played until 4am. it was during my study break period, where exam was just like uhh... 5days away?!&lt;br /&gt;5. slumber party at girl friends room&lt;br /&gt;6. chit chat, watch movies, do assignment in the common room of my block&lt;br /&gt;7. jogging at the street behind hostel blocks (very rarely)&lt;br /&gt;8. recently... i have the habit of making a trip(walk) to the street behind hostel blocks (known as toufu street) after dinner/ supper with that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the first day i arrived at inti. i cried when my parents had to leave to go back to jb after they helped to put all the stuff to my room on the 3rd floor . mum said " don't be silly. you can always go home. nilai and jb is not too far away and you volunteered to come here." yes. i know i was the one who wanted to go there in the first place. i was yearning for a change in my life, a new and different me in college but still the ME you know. college, was the time people start to know me as Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i started off my college life by having a room mate. she was an Indonesian chinese. typical rich indon chinese. she was nice and ok to me. well, those attitude didn't last very long. i had my first dinner in inti with her and her indon friends. to tell the truth, they were not very nice and friendly actually. i was left out during the dinner. they were speaking indon and at that time i was not very good in listening indon so i didn't know what the heck they were saying. all i could do during the dinner was playing the games on my phone or sms friends to shoo away the 'sesat-ness' i felt. i hate that i didn't go for orientation to get to know some friends. then, my room mate brought me to her friend's apartment. i followed coz i didn't want to go back hostel alone and i wasn't very sure of the way back. a few of her friends(boys and girls) are staying in the apartment beside inti hostel block. i almost felt that my safety was being threatened at that time due to the presence of two of her guy friends in that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the first day of class. i got up extra early to get myself prepared and also to be able to use the bathroom before my room mate got up. i was kind of nervous to go to class though. i didn't went for the campus tour so i didn't know which was the right way to walk to the right block and the right classroom. i just followed the crowd. i felt really, really out of place.&lt;br /&gt;finally i found the classroom. i saw groups of people sitting together and talking already, as if they already knew each other well. i aimed and spotted a place to sit. there, it was how i got to know cindy. i saw her sitting alone and seemed to be quite a nice person to hang along so i chose to sit beside her instead of joining the crowd. i was to blame for the nightmares she gave me and my friends after that, as i spotted the wrong person on the first day of school. i shall not elaborate on what type of person she is in this post. all i can say is, do not judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to know a few great friends in the process of learning. ameline, jong shin, su ann, li ming, alson pay, wei chia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ameline, from kedah, is like my twin sister/long lost sister. we have sooooo much in common. except that she's smarter. we have almost the same taste in food and fashion. she knows what i like or dislike and i know everything about her. we hummed the same tune when walking to class, we gilggled and gossiped at the staircase of our block for more than an hour, we had our girls night in each other's room... we applied make up together before going out, we joked, we had fun, we studied, we watched movies, we had lunch, dinner, supper.... together for so many months. and now, everything is without you. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jong shin is a guy from batu pahat and a state swimmer. he's like a good sister to everyone.  i miss the food he brought to class. he makes breakfast for his close friends in class almost every single day. he's well known among the lecturers as the-guy-who-always-has-bread-in-his-tupperware. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, su ann... my lab partner from melaka. my previous bio lecturer mistaken me and her for unknown reason. we do not look alike but she's fun to talk to. i miss the time the two of us squeezed together in her single bed. hopefully i get to be her housemate, roommate or whatever next year in monash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li ming is from melaka too. i got to know her during english lesson. our english class had too many people so we had to be separated into two classes. i was so gullible i went to the wrong class and sat there for more than half an hour and then only realised i had to go to the other class starting from that day. li ming is more introvert compare to others. her boyfriend is from singapore poly and i went to find them once during semester break. he treated me sushi-teh and bens and jerry ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alson pay is from kulai. he's very funny and has a girlfriend in kulai  so he always bibi here bibi there to show how much he loves his bibi. however, he seemed to change during exam time. he became less talkative and even walked away from us. there was once he waited for me at seremban bus terminal for 1 hour in trading of a sundae. i still owe him though. XD  he introduced the famous bakery in kulai to me. and oh, his eyes get very big whenever there was food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei chia, ameline's bf... the driver who drives us anywhere around nilai. he is really different to those guy friends i know. and well, thanks to him and ameline as they are the matchmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i got to know yeoh chin how. what can i say... he's the special person in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, my college life is more about fun and food, with less studies. i did not expect my college life to be like this. i was prepared to be a hardworking student, a nerd, at least for that 8 months time... sometimes i was not very please or proud with my results as i know i could do better if i studied harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will still be visiting inti next year. just that things will be different already, without most of the familiar faces there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-6251291675083515455?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/6251291675083515455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=6251291675083515455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6251291675083515455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6251291675083515455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/12/chance-upon-few-blogs-own-by-my-course.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-6693746740315173860</id><published>2009-12-06T08:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:19:59.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how time flies in a blink of an eye. it's time to go home today, for good. good bye inti. i will still be visiting inti quite often next year, to meet up with my dearest companion and friends. to go cc and play left4dead with them, burger or bistro for supper, shopping spree at mid valley, gossip around, study room, slumber party, toufu street... ask me personally if you want to know what is meant by toufu street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great and different experience in college. i love my college life and friends..&lt;br /&gt;hmm, except inti. i just don't wish to further my degree here although i have reason to stay around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything and the little surprise farewell party that someone specially organised for me. love you all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps, result will be out around the 20th. i hope for a wonderful Christmas present this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-6693746740315173860?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/6693746740315173860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=6693746740315173860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6693746740315173860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6693746740315173860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-time-flies-in-blink-of-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8469527530239823570</id><published>2009-11-22T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:41:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every one was getting TER of 95 and above except me...&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/1089728051873529421-8469527530239823570?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8469527530239823570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8469527530239823570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8469527530239823570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8469527530239823570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-bad-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4075851177450920239</id><published>2009-11-11T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:21:47.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi hi i'm back to the blog sphere once again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the day i officially finish Self Abuse Matriculation. i never thought it really meant that way but after 8 months of struggling, i think it makes sense. i used to think TER (tertiary entrance rank) of 90 is not that hard to get and i blamed the lady who works in the Inti's office located at the X floor of City Square. she showed me samples of results. few students got 1 or 2 B for certain subjects and they still got a TER of 85 and above. so i thought, they might not be that good. i can probably get all A's. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if SAM was the second easiest pre-u program in the whole world, i can't imagine doing A level or STPM. maybe, just maybe... 8 months is really way too fast.i guess i underestimated everything in inti. you don't have to go clubbing, stay around subang area to have all sorts of distractions that will make you lose the will and motivation to study. in the jungles of nilai, inti has its own sort of entertainment and distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be frank, i chose SAM because i want to take shortcut and it is easier compared to A level. even now that my public exam is officially over about 1 hour ago, i still wonder if i chose the correct path.&lt;br /&gt;another piece of bad news. monash's tuition fee increase again. i want to go monash but how to go when it is so expensive?! if i were to continue in inti, i would have save at least 80k, which is enough to buy a Toyota Vios. however, my heart is telling me that inti is not the right one for me. I AM YOU or MONASH?? =( or Inti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, will just have a short update for now. will blog soon because i have so much to share and to rant about.&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on. so, mid valley for movie tomorrow! it's been so long.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4075851177450920239?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4075851177450920239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4075851177450920239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4075851177450920239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4075851177450920239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-hi-im-back-to-blog-sphere-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5152536619450703311</id><published>2009-10-03T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:53:43.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>memories in jungle (Inti)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sscbc5_eG3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/-d6LI3YsAok/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sscbc5_eG3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/-d6LI3YsAok/s400/page3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305662589410162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pictures taken during presentations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SscbcZXUw-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/H3h3SYhi4MY/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SscbcZXUw-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/H3h3SYhi4MY/s400/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305653831091170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;memories in lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sscbbz6cslI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JGUrr2Czk-s/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sscbbz6cslI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JGUrr2Czk-s/s400/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305643777864274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photosessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sscbds588VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/2NU8G6e4OmU/s1600-h/DSC05571-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sscbds588VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/2NU8G6e4OmU/s400/DSC05571-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388305676256473426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;photoshoot. bausch and lomb came to my college to have a roadshow. so, who ever bought their promotion package for RM 35 is entitled to go for the photoshoot. it was quite embarassing because it was in an open area where there were a lot of passerby. i went for it during non-peak hour, where students are attending classes. the picture wasn't very satisfying as my eye bags are huge! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5152536619450703311?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5152536619450703311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5152536619450703311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5152536619450703311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5152536619450703311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/10/memories-in-jungle-inti.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sscbc5_eG3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/-d6LI3YsAok/s72-c/page3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4184952681429392750</id><published>2009-09-26T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:09:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so upset now. i went to the dental clinic as i've mentioned in the previous post. the problem with my tooth didn't seem to be as simple as i thought. i thought i just have to fill the hole of my tooth and after that i will have no more worries. i never knew it would require as a complicated procedure in order the fix that tooth. not really that complicated but my tooth is in danger!!! i only have 2 options, as the dentist told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. extract it.. and there will be one big space which gives me difficulties in chewing food. the problematic tooth is in the lower molar, at the back some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. undergo root canal treatment. i didn't know what kind of treatment was that when the dentist told me in the clinic. i was shocked to hear that such treatment can cost more than RM 500. for that one tooth, it's not worth the money at all! besides, it requires a few trips of treatment and i don't have the time for it when i'm here in inti. i 'm having my trial in two weeks time and my public exam day is approaching. at that moment i can't imagine i have to spend so much of money on this tooth and keep coming to the clinic once a week to do the treatment. i couldn't think properly. i didn't want to do it. i don't want to lose my tooth though. i don't want to extract it and leave the space as it is, or extract it then opt for other procedure to replace the lost tooth which would be more costly than the root canal treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret for not taking good care of my teeth when i was a child. i also never knew that one tooth could be so significant in its own way. well, at the end of the day i didn't agree with the treatment. i will do it when i go back home in december as i don't quite like the feeling of having my tooth being treated far away from home and to pay the money myself. money is so important when you are far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;so, i had my tooth filled temporarily. i hope nothing bad will happen before my exam finishes and before i get back home after the completion of my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***here are something scary i found on the net just now. i was curious so i searched to find out more about the treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A root canal is a treatment used to repair and save a tooth that is badly decayed or becomes infected. During a root c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anal procedure, the nerve and pulp are removed and the inside of the tooth is cleaned and sealed. Without treatment, the tissue surrounding the tooth will become infected and abscesses may form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/pehyee/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/pehyee/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sr5KaceD33I/AAAAAAAAAfs/2tSq6e66rak/s1600-h/400px-Root_Canal_Illustration_Molar.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sr5KaceD33I/AAAAAAAAAfs/2tSq6e66rak/s400/400px-Root_Canal_Illustration_Molar.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385824022561021810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infection in the root canal of a tooth&lt;/span&gt; can cause:&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swelling that may spread to other areas of the face, neck, or head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bone loss around the tip of the root &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(that tooth of mine is a bit shaky now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drainage problems extending outward from the root. A hole can occur through the side of the tooth with drainage into the gums or through the cheek with drainage into the skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;signs to look for&lt;/span&gt; include:&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Severe toothache pain upon chewing or application of pressure &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(i wanted to lie. but yes, this is what i experienced  T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prolonged sensitivity&lt;/span&gt;/pain to heat or cold temperatures (yeap. a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discoloration (a darkening) of the tooth (N/A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swelling&lt;/span&gt; and tenderness in the nearby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gum&lt;/span&gt;s (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A persistent or recurring pimple on the gums (N/A)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(words in bold are symptoms that i experienced for the past 3 days, at least not for now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Happens During the Procedure?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-A root canal requires one or more office visits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-first step in the procedure is to take an X-ray to see the shape of the root canals and determine if there are any signs of infection in a surrounding bone. anesthesia to numb the area near the tooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-An access hole will then be drilled into the tooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Once the tooth is thoroughly cleaned, it is sealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-next appointment, to fill the interior of the tooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -final step, a crown, crown and post or other restoration often needs to be placed on the tooth to protect it, prevent it from breaking and restore it to full function. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Root canal procedures have the reputation of being painful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so scary... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cost varies depending on how severe the problem is&lt;/span&gt; and the tooth affected. range from $350 to $540 for an incisor and $520 to $800 for a molar.&lt;/span&gt; gosh, i so don't willing to spend so much of money on one tooth but do i actually have a choice?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only alternative to a root canal procedure is having the tooth extracted and replaced with a bridge, implant, or removable partial denture to restore chewing function &lt;/span&gt;and prevent adjacent teeth from shifting. These &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alternatives not only are more expensive than a root canal procedure but require more treatment time&lt;/span&gt; and additional procedures to adjacent teeth and supporting tissues.&lt;/span&gt; (you see, that left me no choice but have to undergo that treatment no matter what , when i get back to JB of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My dentist told me that in order to save my lower molar, it had to undergo through the process of root canal. Though I didn’t have any idea of what I was all about I agreed. I was really desperate in saving my molar that I went for it for 4 thousand pesos.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just had my first root canal done today on a molar (#15) and I am in a lot of pain, the procedure was not that bad compare to the pain afterwards. paying almost $2,000 for a procedure that it is both painful and long. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resource: http://www.medicinenet.com/root_canal/page3.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4184952681429392750?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4184952681429392750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4184952681429392750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4184952681429392750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4184952681429392750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-upset-now.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sr5KaceD33I/AAAAAAAAAfs/2tSq6e66rak/s72-c/400px-Root_Canal_Illustration_Molar.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-6137199701643461838</id><published>2009-09-26T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:56:11.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sorry for the lack of updates of my life. you probably wouldn't want to know either. it has been so long since i last visited my blog though. and now i don't know what the heck has happened to my blog skin so i had to remove the old one and replace with this new look. i will get a new skin ASAP IF i have the mood and the time to blog. i've been such an lazy bum. don't think that just because i didn't blog so often, it means i've been choking on books. no okay.. no!&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging here just to let those of you who are concern enough to read my blog that i've got little problem with my tooth here. i am going to the dentist later. T.T well, it's just in 5minutes time. my friend will be fetching me to the dentist. gosh when was the last time that i've ever step my foot in a dental clinic again... will let you all know about the cause and details when i get back (if anyone knows that i actually posted a new post).&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-6137199701643461838?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/6137199701643461838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=6137199701643461838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6137199701643461838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6137199701643461838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-sorry-for-lack-of-updates-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5867651714281298178</id><published>2009-08-03T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:55:51.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back. there must be a reason since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back here to blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not exactly that free to blog about my life here. i don't know, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; of messed up every tests that i sat for. i didn't seem to do as well as i expected myself to do and also, compared to my friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;slacking&lt;/span&gt; behind and also not as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hardworking&lt;/span&gt; as them. sigh... it's already august now. next week is final exam for the semester and then 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt; it's the public exam. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not prepared. ='(&lt;br /&gt;i feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; achieve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; since i came here. i don't engross in all the night life or freedom i have here. or getting involve in a relationship like most people do when they go to college. in fact, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; in my room most of the time now--- watch all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt; and series i can. that's a huge distraction. that's why, i ended up studying one day before tests and don't even have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to blog. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; room mate bought a speaker on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. well, she's using a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;vaio&lt;/span&gt; laptop. the sound system should be not bad and i don't see the point that she needs a speaker. oh gosh, help me..... why can't she be more normal?! this time, if she cross the border, don't scold me for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; mean. i need to motivate myself to study hard already! she better not be another source of distraction to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, a staff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; in the library got infected by the h1n1 virus. however, inti won't be closing down as exam is due next week and it cannot be postponed. last week i was so scared that i got infected too. you know, once you have flu-like symptoms.. i went to the doctor and this stuck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; of the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Snay4dRF7_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/TIebcZ2ss1Y/s1600-h/DSC05119-crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Snay4dRF7_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/TIebcZ2ss1Y/s400/DSC05119-crop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365672689057263602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to go back to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt; on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5867651714281298178?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5867651714281298178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5867651714281298178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5867651714281298178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5867651714281298178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/08/hola-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Snay4dRF7_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/TIebcZ2ss1Y/s72-c/DSC05119-crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-1905911687939416382</id><published>2009-07-04T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:39:15.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no!! i didn't realise that it's has been a month since i blogged. i told myself to blog more often but see what happened... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. well, i was not exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; busy. i spent most of my time playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; games. =.= i know. you will give me such a look. too stressed out sometimes, you know. 4months till my public exam. just like sitting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not prepared and i don't know how not to flunk my maths and chemistry tests. calculus = sucks.&lt;br /&gt;so far, no failure in any subjects yet-since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;life plan??? long long way to go. at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;times&lt;/span&gt; i ask myself, did i choose the wrong path? is it what i really want? ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in inti is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;advantages:&lt;/span&gt; freedom, no curfew, free to socialise, online almost 24/7, sleep over, dc++ the best tool ever to download movies to pass time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disadvantages&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; weight gain- college students feel hungry easily, financial crisis early of the month because i go shopping at mid valley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; room mate, room too cold, lack of beauty sleep, lack of nutritious food and fruits, dad calls every night, do laundry myself- accumulate for two weeks in the end not enough hanger to hang clothes and clothes become smelly, miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt; food, miss my friends, become more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;materialistic&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mid valley&lt;/span&gt; is the nearest place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk-BX2i6aYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WoVBZD8Y0C4/s1600-h/DSC04922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk-BX2i6aYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WoVBZD8Y0C4/s400/DSC04922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640728745732482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; fruity ice cream!! only 6.80. better and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cheaper&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;baskin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk-BYMQjFHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aNk0NrU0lZU/s1600-h/DSC04924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk-BYMQjFHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aNk0NrU0lZU/s400/DSC04924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640734574285938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;receipts&lt;/span&gt; in just a day. there are few more actually, i threw them away... have to eat grass next week, in debt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96tsz4KzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/fGSi0PwJ9KQ/s1600-h/DSC04919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96tsz4KzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/fGSi0PwJ9KQ/s400/DSC04919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354633407508261682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mid valley- two shopaholic. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fuan&lt;/span&gt; and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96tWFoUtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WfndsE915JU/s1600-h/DSC04891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96tWFoUtI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WfndsE915JU/s400/DSC04891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354633401408705234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; ping -the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;committees&lt;/span&gt; for the boring emcee training event of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;STACT&lt;/span&gt; club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96syAjPAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9ZoBjy1wau8/s1600-h/DSC04865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96syAjPAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9ZoBjy1wau8/s400/DSC04865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354633391723723778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orientation night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;durex&lt;/span&gt; is in the goodies bags!! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got four. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... advantage of being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt;, take whatever you want from the goodies bags. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;, 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; is the date for inti ball. it's held at the legend hotel. x date, x sponsor, x go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96shgG1II/AAAAAAAAAew/i4qutqVr4Dc/s1600-h/DSC04846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96shgG1II/AAAAAAAAAew/i4qutqVr4Dc/s400/DSC04846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354633387292677250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met up with cal when i went home for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96sXpAFFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1e4HbLV2Fhc/s1600-h/-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk96sXpAFFI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1e4HbLV2Fhc/s400/-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354633384645629010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in bio lab, was doing enzyme activity experiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST BE VERY SERIOUS IN STUDIES!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i told myself to be a nerd during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-U year 4months back then.&lt;br /&gt;my face getting rounder and rounder =( &lt;br /&gt;&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/1089728051873529421-1905911687939416382?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/1905911687939416382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=1905911687939416382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1905911687939416382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1905911687939416382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-no-i-didnt-realise-that-its-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sk-BX2i6aYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/WoVBZD8Y0C4/s72-c/DSC04922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4776930681897608235</id><published>2009-06-04T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:53:05.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"can you please stop whatever that you are doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratch my head...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you stop sneezing? i need to sleep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you think i will give in to you every time and i'm such a good target to be bullied?!&lt;br /&gt;wait till i explode someday&lt;br /&gt;and you will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! what time is your class and what time is mine. it's freaking cold with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;air con&lt;/span&gt; on and i have to wash up using cold water every morning and you don't even let me off the damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;air con&lt;/span&gt; for awhile. i hate morning mostly because of you. not because the class starts at 8am. i try not to allow myself to let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alarm&lt;/span&gt; to ring for more than 30seconds every single day, i can't turn off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;air con&lt;/span&gt; even for a minute- at least after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; wash up, i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt; with my friends too often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; most of the time very high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of me complaining about you, you love to listen to the same 5 songs over and over again-till i can somehow memorise your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;indon&lt;/span&gt; songs, you stuck to the laptop screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; till late at night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, you sleep early when i need to do some studying, you sleep late when i want to sleep early, you are messy and kind of dirty, you are rude and weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, she actually brings her keys into the bathroom whenever she needs to use the bathroom. she puts her keys by the side of her pillow when she sleeps. what the hell! what do you think you are doing?! you think i will use your keys to open your drawers and take your stuff?! you don't even know me. it's very irritating to be your room mate. muddle-headed me always go out, forget about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bringing&lt;/span&gt; the keys. i always leave my keys on the table.. you have plenty of chance to take my things then. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;psp&lt;/span&gt;, money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have plenty of time to sleep everyday, so what so big deal about me sneezing in the morning? most people do... you too. just that i won't be awaken so easily even though i hear you sneezing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too tired to bother about that. since you are THAT tired, by right you will fall asleep soon after i stop sneezing. come on, it's only like 2minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;staying&lt;/span&gt; together with no normal conversation?! i think the longest time we ever chat was only about 20 minutes. i can't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bombarding&lt;/span&gt; so many questions to you and waiting for you to answer me only and you do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; any effort to find some common topics to be talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next semester i will try to move to another room. single occupancy this time as i prefer more privacy and no lousy room mate. many of my friends get along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; room mates so well, except me! they became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;-----yelia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yelin&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; in my friends list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4776930681897608235?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4776930681897608235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4776930681897608235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4776930681897608235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4776930681897608235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-please-stop-whatever-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3202347590229061886</id><published>2009-06-03T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:19:33.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st of june...&lt;br /&gt;classmate Lim Qian's 19th brithday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342992602888093778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiYfdsSvQFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/QkwMCv3r2Bg/s400/4546_124197914464_527894464_2766481_4388125_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342992606802659058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiYfd64CxvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/wxRKTPVaSCY/s400/4546_124198239464_527894464_2766541_6608703_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the guys doing 'lala' pose with birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiYfeCaqNVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1h9HQNOx4gk/s1600-h/n527894464_2766536_1165689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342992608826897746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiYfeCaqNVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1h9HQNOx4gk/s400/n527894464_2766536_1165689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*some of my classmates are not in the pictures as they were not there that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;lOOk!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG i found this at the bookfair in college. i bought it straight away the moment i saw it. it was cheap compared to what i saw in bookstore last time. usually these type of books cost about 50bucks and above for colour version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rome, wait for me for another 7 years and i'll come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342992613020331234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiYfeSCc7OI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0T9--SKPWhU/s400/DSC04779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;math class postponed again.. made me walked all the way to class and then found out there was no class this afternoon &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3202347590229061886?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3202347590229061886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3202347590229061886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3202347590229061886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3202347590229061886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-of-june.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiYfdsSvQFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/QkwMCv3r2Bg/s72-c/4546_124197914464_527894464_2766481_4388125_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-6562365664375149182</id><published>2009-05-31T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:04:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;~life plan~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18- college doing SAM in Inti, (ulu) Nilai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19- Monash University for double degree in biotech and biomed, (preferably) NUS/ NTU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23- graduate &amp;amp; find a job in multi-national research company in Singapore, save money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meantime--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work hard, save hard, spend hard?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25- continue master or further studies by getting a degree in medicine (MBBS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;say no to blurry vision!-lasik surgery before 25 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a trip to Rome before 25!! *A MUST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;own a car (white toyota harrier) before 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully, get a certificate in designing before 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh, find a pilot husband before 30, wedding planner- myself, honeymoon 1 month in europe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buy a house before 32 (condo), interior design by my own, a graffiti wall to myself, with a walk-in wardrobe, a doggy as pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32- first child, a girl- cheyanne/emily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34-second child, a boy- isaac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they must wear gap kids, guess kids, nike... not KiKiLaLa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;english educated but must not become a banana. must learn dialects and chinese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35-if i choose to study medicine after my first double degree in biotech n biomed, specialise in cardiology (well, medicine will be my third degree); if not, get a pHD in research science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36- move to bigger house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37- trip to Rome for the second time and other countries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before 40, be a cardiologist / lecturer in prestigious university&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i'm 40, (that's very old), i would be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-contribute to art industry. how? i don't know yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-discover a cure for incurable diseases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-own a dance studio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-buy one designer bag per month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-high tea with tai-tais often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-travel, eat, shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- drink more Anlene milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-travel almost half of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-retire, do more charity works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;60-70&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- babysit grandchildren for part time only&lt;br /&gt;- honeymoon with my pilot husband for full time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- listen to the newest songs possible, be a hip and modern granny (i hope that day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't come so soon!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still drink more and more Anlene milk , do tai-chi in the mornings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never ever glue myself to the tv watching all the dramas on astro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait for time to pass while enjoy every single moment i live and leave with no regrets. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*must go to heaven before my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341895188031217666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiI5XvX4IAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yi0DYtSp7XA/s320/Life_Or_Death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-6562365664375149182?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/6562365664375149182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=6562365664375149182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6562365664375149182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6562365664375149182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-plan-18-college-doing-sam-in-inti.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiI5XvX4IAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/yi0DYtSp7XA/s72-c/Life_Or_Death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5900270733999703854</id><published>2009-05-30T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:23:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never thought of what i am going to do for the next uhh.. like 70 years of the rest of my life till that day where my psychology lecturer asked us to write down our own life plan on a piece of paper. i never thought of when i want to get married or when i want to have a child. i have no plans for myself. for now, i'm doing SAM in Inti. after that? i don't know. again, parting begins... seriously, everytime i go to singapore i feel the urge of studying there. i would be thinking: how good if i'm studying there with so many of my best friends around... how good if i have julia as my room mate, as what we planned last year before i decided to be stucked here in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evrything here is fine, it's just that.. i still don't have the sense of belonging in nilai Yet. everything has been great so far, friends, lecturers, environment... they are good. just when it comes to certain things, i think i feel kind of empty on the inside. the little bad part of my life makes me such a sulky person. i don't like staying in the same room with someone for about 3 months but we are like total strangers to each other, STILL. i wonder how other people could be in such a good term with their room mate. it's not really my problem but most of the time i want to talk to her she would be on the phone speaking in indon, very loud.. then suddenly out of nowhere she started to cry... the first time i heard her crying was when she was in the bathroom taking a bath. it freaked me out as i thought i heard something i was not supposed to hear - in the afternoon! she sobbed like what you would hear in those ghost movies. so yeah, you may imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, she kept listening to the same 5 songs over and over again which makes me being able to memorise those indon songs she listens to. well, they are all in malay. &gt;.&gt; and, and! whenever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; listen to my songs, which is soft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; only i myself can hear, she would tune the volume of her music player up.. eventually i cant hear anything from my own music player at all. she forces me to tune up the volume a little bit so that i could hear. that is a little bit sad. all my room mate does is sleep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, sleep, sleep and more SLEEP! i see her sleeping almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i go back to my room. be it 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oam&lt;/span&gt;, 1pm, 2pm, 4pm, 6pm, 10pm... yes, she is THAT free and she can sleep as long as she wants. there was once she slept at 9pm and made me moved my chair to another side which is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; of the bathroom to study. i am going broke so i cant afford to buy a table lamp yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike mornings. i hate to drag myself out of bed and seeing another person sleeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; a log. tell you what, there was once i was not fast enough to off my alarm. the next thing i heard was the annoying sound she made, indicating to me how annoyed she felt towards my alarm. Sorry larrr. nowadays i became so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; towards the sound of alarm and i got so panicked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reaching&lt;/span&gt; for my phone every single morning. she has tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; magazines on the floor and very little text books, all her stuff are branded goods -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nike&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;roxy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;adidas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;billabong&lt;/span&gt;... typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; people, freaking rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing, i don't like being friends with someone that is so rude and loud. i have never met a girl like her who would take picture showing her middle finger to everyone and also making it as her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;profile&lt;/span&gt; picture for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;... oh gawd... i made the wrong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of some events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341571659277777858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiETH42Lu8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/V__OAx7ZOHw/s320/DSC04601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;cousin's wedding on 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341571660985880306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiETH_NbTvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/sEAZxktOQtc/s320/DSC04664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my first presentation. well, i got quite a high score &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341571665426168914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiETIPwEvFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/U-2rSw7LNgY/s320/DSC04741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;on street party night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341571666970702626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiETIVgUcyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FeykXQ21d_A/s320/DSC04742.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;in the chemistry lab with lab partner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;raahini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341571653111374658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiETHh3_40I/AAAAAAAAAdY/DvWCAaqUyvk/s320/DSC01767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cindy&lt;/span&gt; =( , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5900270733999703854?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5900270733999703854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5900270733999703854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5900270733999703854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5900270733999703854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-plan-i-never-thought-of-what-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SiETH42Lu8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/V__OAx7ZOHw/s72-c/DSC04601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3904446565935716360</id><published>2009-05-07T14:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:40:07.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back to revive my dead blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy and not good with words so i'll let pictures tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJ4LXRl4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/F1OdfCNFUhA/s1600-h/DSC04563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976506976180098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJ4LXRl4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/F1OdfCNFUhA/s320/DSC04563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm getting fatter. *evidence: mcD at 12.40am*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJ4A-7MCI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xLjZB8vBdzE/s1600-h/DSC04559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976504189693986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJ4A-7MCI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xLjZB8vBdzE/s320/DSC04559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJkXi6aUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GjvtAMOexeY/s1600-h/DSC04553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976166648834370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJkXi6aUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GjvtAMOexeY/s320/DSC04553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and non stop gossiping until 1am! class was 8am on the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJj19iDNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9B1ust2hcjo/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976157633678546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJj19iDNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9B1ust2hcjo/s320/DSC04545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were not doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJjlx57pI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hWuVR3Y8dFY/s1600-h/DSC04539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976153289944722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJjlx57pI/AAAAAAAAAcw/hWuVR3Y8dFY/s320/DSC04539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that was what we bought when we went to the one and only pathetic hypermarket- Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJjj5M4iI/AAAAAAAAAco/ufmXt8FguyA/s1600-h/DSC04496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976152783675938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJjj5M4iI/AAAAAAAAAco/ufmXt8FguyA/s320/DSC04496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and julia in the mrt train. aww.. i miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJjbEn6MI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5UV7yDlrtII/s1600-h/DSC04487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976150415665346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJjbEn6MI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5UV7yDlrtII/s320/DSC04487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and gigantic the heels/horse in front of plaza Singapura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAfckf2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/bbuph7jvqvQ/s1600-h/DSC04483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332975550294425442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAfckf2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/bbuph7jvqvQ/s320/DSC04483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uzumaki!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAYb1DYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KfMtGrwMHso/s1600-h/DSC04466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332975548412267906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAYb1DYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KfMtGrwMHso/s320/DSC04466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; girls outing at mid valley after psychology test. one day before i went back jb for my sem break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAKdIWBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/umK_8dZCxJk/s1600-h/DSC04468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332975544659630098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAKdIWBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/umK_8dZCxJk/s320/DSC04468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we never forget to camwhore in the toilet.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAFjmAFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JwbAeF-G4Xc/s1600-h/DSC04451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332975543344562258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJAFjmAFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JwbAeF-G4Xc/s320/DSC04451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; written by me, from us, to my fren who turned 18 on the 21st of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKI_4ea6eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4ILJ7H8tLAE/s1600-h/DSC04446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332975539833203170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKI_4ea6eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4ILJ7H8tLAE/s320/DSC04446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; burger at 2am! gossiped till 4am. slept till 2pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH8SJYYkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/OmxSXZM-WO0/s1600-h/DSC04445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332974378493174338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH8SJYYkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/OmxSXZM-WO0/s320/DSC04445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk tskk.. inti kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH8HxEQuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lkVDDEvwXBE/s1600-h/DSC04410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332974375706837730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH8HxEQuI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lkVDDEvwXBE/s320/DSC04410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a super huge handphone. like the old days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH8Hnm3LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wt0HCnryZLU/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332974375667162290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH8Hnm3LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wt0HCnryZLU/s320/DSC04390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH79WvRBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1evGAfkckYM/s1600-h/DSC04386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332974372912055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH79WvRBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/1evGAfkckYM/s320/DSC04386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; plant cell. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH7ilBG-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RrzJ9Gzg_C0/s1600-h/DSC04374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332974365724187618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKH7ilBG-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RrzJ9Gzg_C0/s320/DSC04374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHEC3ZxdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jpb9g3h68EU/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332973412318561746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHEC3ZxdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jpb9g3h68EU/s320/DSC04358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that guy who stood close to us in the ktm stinked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHEHXyihI/AAAAAAAAAbA/U5AgMeur_ls/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332973413528144402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHEHXyihI/AAAAAAAAAbA/U5AgMeur_ls/s320/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHDphlJ_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/MGm6EKHE2BQ/s1600-h/DSC04341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332973405516146674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHDphlJ_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/MGm6EKHE2BQ/s320/DSC04341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHDY38_SI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oBfRYy3smXY/s1600-h/DSC04333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332973401046580514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHDY38_SI/AAAAAAAAAaw/oBfRYy3smXY/s320/DSC04333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHDFlKlpI/AAAAAAAAAao/aE3kyH4rPAw/s1600-h/DSC04281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332973395867506322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKHDFlKlpI/AAAAAAAAAao/aE3kyH4rPAw/s320/DSC04281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in inti's bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3904446565935716360?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3904446565935716360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3904446565935716360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3904446565935716360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3904446565935716360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back-to-revive-my-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SgKJ4LXRl4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/F1OdfCNFUhA/s72-c/DSC04563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-174111225594207392</id><published>2009-04-23T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:08:41.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; so wrong before. i totally hate mathematics. it's indeed worse than add maths! i never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;liked&lt;/span&gt; maths before but this was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;... i only know how to do question for question 3a and 3b.... which sum up to.... 5marks. i paid 330 for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt; and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to use it! it's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;troublesome&lt;/span&gt; why can't they invent something as easy to use as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hand phones&lt;/span&gt; or laptops?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so dead... i heard from my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; if one do not achieve average 65 marks for this semester, the scholarship award will be prohibited!! oh no! T.T&lt;br /&gt;no point stressing out actually cos' i really don't know how to do maths. it's so complicated, especially my new best friend which costs 330 bucks. i wonder how will i survive if i go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stpm&lt;/span&gt; or A level. my lecturers say SAM is the second easiest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-U studies in the world! i wonder if it was right for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; for intensive class. i have 6-8 hours of classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; compare to others which is like 2hours the least and 6 hours the most!  =(&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be the most relaxing day. i have test from 8am to 9am only... then, aha! girls day out at mid valley. going home on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. there are so much to do and so little time till i go back inti for my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-174111225594207392?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/174111225594207392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=174111225594207392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/174111225594207392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/174111225594207392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-felt-something-so-wrong-before.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-9019166133716245242</id><published>2009-04-12T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:45:31.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you see how time just flies? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nilai&lt;/span&gt; for 3weeks! two more weeks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have my first semester exam then yes, my first semester ends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; i wished that my course is not an intensive one. i made good friends here,within one week, but because of the course we take, i guess we can only hang around together for 8 months. after that, i don't know.. parting begins, each will head to different places to continue their studies. just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never thought that i could make friends this fast. perhaps the main reason is because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; alone in a foreign place, it urges me to make friends quicker. i felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;homesick&lt;/span&gt; before i came here. that's crazy i know. now? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite happy with what i have here. good friends, good environment... the only thing i don't really like is that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;air con&lt;/span&gt; in my room is freaking cold. you won't believe that it's always on 30 degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; but it's still very cold!(for me) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not kidding. and i still don't like to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; who shares a room with me. not that my roommate is not good. it's just, i need privacy where i can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; out there whenever i like and listen to the songs i like at any volume while singing them out loud. one more thing, i can on and off the lights and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;air con&lt;/span&gt; at anytime and under any condition i want. with a roommate, there is always a limit. besides, there's hair everywhere in the room, be it in the bathroom... one person dropping hair is bad enough, imagine you have another one dropping hair as much as you do in the room. my roommate likes to throw all the stuff on the floor, books, bags, junks, files... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;arghh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, enough of complaining about having a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is actually my first weekend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nilai&lt;/span&gt;. i have nowhere to go unlike the first weekend i went back home and got a laptop. last week i went kl... well, yesterday i went kl again actually. the guy friend who can drive drove us there. we watched fast and furious 4. not bad though although i would appreciate a lot if they are willing to watch confession of a shopaholic with me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;freind&lt;/span&gt; was being a shopaholic yesterday. i only bought a pair of shoes which costs 20bucks. guess how much i spent at the end of the day?? around 70bucks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; i only bought a pair of shoes. i eat a lot these days. so you know, there is where my money goes. i feel my heart aching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i see another piece of RM 50 note goes to another person's hand.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; imagine my life here without friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad i met a few good ones&lt;br /&gt;we gossip, we laugh, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;camwhore&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;don't think it's just my third week here and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; much happened. a lot, actually. dramas, conflicts, back stabbing,love triangle!............ don't get me wrong. they don't really involve me. it's my friend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... oh ya! last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; i saw a cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; guy before chemistry class starts. we were outside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;corridor&lt;/span&gt; people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. someone would be so excited after reading this! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. you know who you are. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this review from K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;enny&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt;. i didn't know he did a review on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;INTI's&lt;/span&gt; graduation ceremony last year.&lt;br /&gt;he took really nice pictures. i was like 'wow! this is how my campus looks like???!' maybe you should check it out @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/03/adv-inti-univer.php"&gt;http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/03/adv-inti-univer.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, i stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Confucius&lt;/span&gt;. and the room he stayed it's actually the priciest (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; hall of residence) no wonder it looks like a hotel room. you pay for the price if you want. but what for?? i only go back to my room after 11.30pm usually. then sleep and wake up at 7am. then head to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. gotta go to my friend's room to do some gossiping before we go for dinner. =)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-9019166133716245242?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/9019166133716245242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=9019166133716245242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/9019166133716245242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/9019166133716245242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-see-how-time-just-flies-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5154049154232612079</id><published>2009-03-30T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:17:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; moment so far in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week we have to start using new timetable. so i didn't know my time table is differ from my friends. so i happily sat in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; class listening to lecturer for 45 minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; knowing i actually supposed to go to other class starting from this week. it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;! so i had no choice but leave the class halfway cause if i don't the lecturer from the other class will mark me as absent. then the lecturer from this class actually told the whole class that i came to the wrong class. i felt like digging a big hole so that i could hide inside. my friend told me later that people were saying "what??! she came into the wrong class for so long and she didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;?'' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! they actually said that??! then i went to the class that i was supposed to go. the moment i went in the lecturer was like " super VIP huh?" sigh... in the end i walked to her and told her that i went in the wrong class before that. she was like "oh"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting dumber and dumber! ish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318966777402459922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SdDEGlsthxI/AAAAAAAAAac/_OiTx72KIE8/s320/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this during psychology class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5154049154232612079?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5154049154232612079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5154049154232612079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5154049154232612079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5154049154232612079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-embarrassing-moment-so-far-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SdDEGlsthxI/AAAAAAAAAac/_OiTx72KIE8/s72-c/DSC02078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-1501293228142241596</id><published>2009-03-28T13:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:49:08.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;friday, 27th march 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the worst day so far in year 2009. it's the day i feel that i'm stupidest person in the entire world. i felt so sad and so helpless. it started off like this, i was so eager, so deperate to go back home. i felt so sad when i heard so many people are going back home this weekend. i was deciding if i should go to kl to my uncle's place or go back home. in the end i decided to go back home as i have tons of unfinished business to do. besides, i really need to bring a blanket to hostel as it's freaking cold in the morning. there was once i turned off the air conditioned and that actually awaken my room mate. so yeah, i almost turn into a block of ice every morning. i seriously don't like friday's timetable. i hate it when i have 4hours of break before chemistry class starts at 4pm. well, yesterday class finished a lil early so i thought that was a good chance to go back home with the rest. i don't know how to take bus and ktm. guess what happened in the end? i took ktm and arrived safely at seremban ktm station. i didnt know seremban bus station is actually not located nearby the ktm station. i always thought it's near. who knows i actually have to walk across a few streets to reach the darn bus station. what do you feel when you are alone in a place that you've never been before? yes, anxiety, insecure, fear.... that's not the worst part of the story. it was a relieve that i reached seremban bus station. then, the whole nightmare begins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are about 10 different bus companys and none of it actually have a bus to go back to johor at 7pm/8pm. the only one available was at 10.30pm. how can i possibly wait from 7pm until 10.30pm at a place that i'm not familiar with??! i felt like crying when i knew that was no way i could go home yesterday night. i was supposed to back on saturday early morning.my dad asked me to come home on saturday but i insisted on going back on friday night. the outcome of being too impatient and desperate to go home? no bus on the time you wanted. so i travelled all the way from college to seremban just to get a stupid 8.30am bus ticket on saturday(today). at that moment i felt like an idiot and a total loser. i've never felt so stupid before. what made the whole thing worse is that i took the wrong and unsafe way to go back to seremban ktm station. it was an undertunnel, a short cut i guess to reach the ktm station. there was no one!!! i was walking alone. and there were two guys walking behind me then. i was so afraid and i couldn't help of thinking what will happen to me and if i'll appear on the headline of the major newspapers tomorrow morning. touchwood but it was really scary. basically i was running and walking so that i reach a place with more people. the sky was getting darker and i didnt realise that it was already 7.50pm. at 5.30 i was happily telling my room mate that i will go home and at 8.30pm i got back to hostel with a sulky look. i wanted to cry but i don't know why i have no tears. i left RM 1.90 in my wallet at the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;saturday (today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i became very absent minded lately. it's either i forget about my towel when i already went into the bathroom or i forget where i placed my things. today, i forgot to bring some coins and small notes. i realised that i only placed 50bucks into my wallet yesterday night when i reached the bus stop. whatmore i missed the earlier bus. in the end i decided to take a cab to nilai ktm station as i don't have any small change. the fare was 10 bucks!! it was 10times more expensive than taking a bus. it only costs 1 buck to take bus from inti to ktm station. i had no chioce but to pay that bloodsucking teksi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go back to jb from inti,nilai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. hop on a bus to nilai ktm station&lt;/div&gt;2.take ktm to seremban&lt;br /&gt;3.walk to seremban terminal 1 bus station (10minutes walk)&lt;br /&gt;4.take bus express back to jb (make sure that you buy bus the ticket earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318129591564446130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3Kr9axKbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fErYpv0bsho/s320/DSC04205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugly ktm station.. so (louya)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318128614640276258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3JzGF5UyI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IOvj8C6SrWc/s320/DSC04207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318128602431813922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3JyYnK-SI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7ZP3OIfAm-k/s320/DSC04216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me in the ktm train. the train is super shaky when it accelerates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318128613233254594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3JzA2b4MI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XsN3RwCKb1s/s320/DSC04212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my ktm and bus ticket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318128616377876594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3JzMkLAHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MHpO2V2IFns/s320/DSC04219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bus i took&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318128606631168658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3JyoQYCpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oNlxvOCOs-k/s320/DSC04222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me in the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;college life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318127607369024178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3I4dttwrI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ATv2LfD-9Ps/s320/DSC04203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;student centre. it connects to the overhead bridge to the academic block&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318126772706887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3IH4WwSDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Aqsl6W7Zg5M/s320/DSC04204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hostel blocks. i stay in block C (confucius). it takes me about 10 minutes to walk to class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318127619333875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3I5KSW5wI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VSz7yXhn2xE/s320/DSC04196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my study table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318127613363373282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3I40C4ROI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FxkgHubjsvM/s320/DSC04200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318127608023253330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3I4gJsgVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nckGxLjWirk/s320/DSC04201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my bed and piggy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like monday. it's the day i have class from 8am to 6pm and only 2hours of break in between. this is what it meant by intensive programme. i was suffering so much without having a laptop and no access to the library for the first few days. don't think the living expenses of staying at nilai is low. the food is still reasonably priced at the cafeteria of the campus (except sidewalk cafe- the food is not really nice and more expensive). outside, you will have to pay for mee hoon kuih(pan mee) at RM4- with a small portion. and their barley costs RM1.20. i could get a big bowl of mee hoon kuih at jb for only 3.50 and 1 buck for a cup of barley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for one moment 7days ago, i was rich &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7days later... i become so poor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one freaking photocopy book costs me 20bucks. sorry i can't support original here. it range from RM70 to RM130 for new books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318127620777345410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3I5PqggYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LmQqnFAJnoY/s320/DSC04194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this graphic calculator costs RM 330!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love college life at night. this is when me and my friends talk,study or crack stupid jokes until midnight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318129594366998706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3KsH28uLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/QGL1cQU7Ik4/s320/DSC04189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and cindy. she's from klang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318131601608419922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3Mg9amKlI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BsqBioBahak/s320/DSC04178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheng fai and jong shin. cheng fai has a car &gt;.&lt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318131604138789282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3MhG14iaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/adkDAYF6uAE/s320/DSC04182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kedah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i don't know who used my phone to take this picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318131602555051218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3MhA8SnNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/VDKwBlgQIXE/s320/DSC04181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, two '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sampat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318129600903377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3KsgNV8hI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Wrwv4v_eQkU/s320/DSC04184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the funfair.. can't imagine huh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nilai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has funfair. more of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people by the way.. =.= ignore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the poser. he wears cap everyday as he just came back from NS.&lt;/em&gt; no hair&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318129598805729858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3KsYZOYkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fSSn6B4FPIg/s320/DSC04183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 out of 4 of us have the surname '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;huang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318129599575819314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3KsbQ1BDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Nnj9ri8jF_o/s320/DSC04188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ignore that poser!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318129878177988498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3K8pIwv5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JeiyXg8-DwI/s320/DSC04161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-1501293228142241596?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/1501293228142241596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=1501293228142241596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1501293228142241596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1501293228142241596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-27th-march-2009-its-worst-day-so.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/Sc3Kr9axKbI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fErYpv0bsho/s72-c/DSC04205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-2002676682227111205</id><published>2009-03-26T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:53:44.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess how i get to blog now? college computer lab. i see others are doing their assignments or important stuff but me and my friends are here in the lab blogging,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;... too bad i can't upload any pictures yet. i don't really like my room. i don't want so much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;air con&lt;/span&gt;. it's freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cold in&lt;/span&gt; the morning...i want to sleep alone. not that my roommate is not good but i prefer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt; alone like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been for all this while. i have class at 8am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;evry&lt;/span&gt; morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;whereas&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; goes to school at 2pm! i hate waking her up in the morning but tell me how not to make any noise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; i need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;prepare&lt;/span&gt; to go for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; back at home. although it's not large LCD screen but that is how i spent my time rotted at home. i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that i actually have to miss prison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;, ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;betty&lt;/span&gt; and all my dramas for 8 whole months.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; 3 closer friends now. we study and do homework together. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; morning we walk to school together. this week of college is actually very free. lab session has not started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still adjusting to college life and also with the presence of guys. i can't talk to them so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;comfortably&lt;/span&gt; like how my the other friend does. she seems to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; about them where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still on the way knowing and talking a little more to the guys. it seems very weird for me to hang around with guys. like u know.. hang out at the cafeteria until 12 midnight, laughing and joke around... and also having someone who walks you back to the hostel block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt;, i miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will come soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-2002676682227111205?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/2002676682227111205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=2002676682227111205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2002676682227111205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2002676682227111205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-how-i-get-to-blog-now-college.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4762453463591012181</id><published>2009-03-22T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:05:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye rotting days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually blogging at hostel now using my roommate's laptop. apparently she's a nice person. she said i could use her laptop if i want to as i'm here for the first month without laptop. i can't post any pictures now but i would like to say that inti nilai is actually not located at a very ulu place. there are distractions still. well i guess i have to go now. feel bad for using my roommate's laptop for too long and i have to sleep early in case i can't get up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss every one in jb. my friends and family. i can't wait for april to come! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4762453463591012181?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4762453463591012181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4762453463591012181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4762453463591012181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4762453463591012181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-bye-rotting-days.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3509531596235824687</id><published>2009-03-19T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:32:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know why i seldom blog here? i don't know what i really want to write when i sign in my blogger account. whereas when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off, mostly when i can't sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; start writing my blog post in my mind. i would tell myself to blog it out the next morning when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; online, which i never did. so yeah as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; i had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; on in my mind yesterday night. a long post i guess but i can't really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; how to type out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; now. some people couldn't sleep when the result day is near.. me? i couldn't sleep well because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; leaving soon. well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; and fly to another country to further my studies but at INTI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NILAI&lt;/span&gt;. this makes me to have nervous breakdown and emotional unstable. i don't know why either. i cry so often nowadays and i haven't even leave home. i haven't even pack my stuff. i know it was my choice and i chose to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; there but but... i guess you guys won't understand as i don't even understand the whole damn thing myself. i feel so weak i don't act like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 18! it's not like this is my first time leaving home to study at a different place. i experienced it when i was just primary4. i came to stay at my aunt's house which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not very close to for about 3 months while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for my parents to settle the stuff at kl and shift to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt;. maybe i was still very young i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think much about future and what was coming into my life later on. actually the point is i don't know why i feel like this when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; blogging. i get the homesick feeling even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still at home in my own room! silly me to cry and worry about so many things. i know if i don't bear to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; home i should stay here. i wanted change, i longed for it for so long and yet now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not mentally prepared for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. i was so eager to go college and study soon when i was at home doing nothing most of the time. two weeks ago i was still thinking of which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; to go and what i should bring along and stuff like that... today, i just want time to stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt; away and let me enjoy my days at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; more. counting down... 2days and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;boredom land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i don't know how often i can blog here when college starts. it's very inconvenience for me to blog and especially to post any pics here as i don't have a laptop to bring to college yet. i have a laptop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; but it functions as a home computer as well. so i guess i could only use the computers in the college or maybe online using my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;psp&lt;/span&gt;. hopefully i meet a good roommate where we could become good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never shared a room with strangers before.. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;shan't&lt;/span&gt; worry too much. my parents know how to take care of themselves better than me. this is the time i should be more independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why don't you change your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; and look things on the brighter side? yeah right. you cant solve the problem with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; thinking that created the problem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3509531596235824687?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3509531596235824687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3509531596235824687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3509531596235824687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3509531596235824687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-know-why-i-seldom-blog-here-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-279359375032779344</id><published>2009-03-18T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:59:18.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to all the jpa scholarship applicants,below are the % of JPA Scholarships applicants who manage to get JPA Interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuarial Science - 66.4%&lt;br /&gt;Medical - 57.7%&lt;br /&gt;Economics - 53.5%&lt;br /&gt;Biotech - 52.9%&lt;br /&gt;Engineering - 50.7%&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacy - 50.4%&lt;br /&gt;Dentistry - 48.8%&lt;br /&gt;Veterinary - 46.8%&lt;br /&gt;Science - 46.7%&lt;br /&gt;Quantity Surveyor - 46.1%&lt;br /&gt;Architecture - 38.5%&lt;br /&gt;Accountancy - 35.3%&lt;br /&gt;Law - 29.8%&lt;br /&gt;IT - 26.2%&lt;br /&gt;City Planning - 24.6%&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture - 23.6%&lt;br /&gt;Humanities - 23.2%&lt;br /&gt;Business Administration - 19.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the % of those who get the JPA Overseas Scholarships among those who attended the interview...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture - 56.0%&lt;br /&gt;Economics - 41.4%&lt;br /&gt;Humanities - 41.3%&lt;br /&gt;Architecture - 39.0%&lt;br /&gt;Quantity Surveyor - 38.3%&lt;br /&gt;Science - 36.5%&lt;br /&gt;Dentistry - 31.3%&lt;br /&gt;City Planning - 31.3%&lt;br /&gt;Engineering - 30.0%&lt;br /&gt;IT - 29.9%&lt;br /&gt;Medical - 28.8%&lt;br /&gt;Law - 28.5%&lt;br /&gt;Business Administrations - 21.6%&lt;br /&gt;Veterinary - 21.5%&lt;br /&gt;Biotech - 20.7%&lt;br /&gt;Actuarial Science - 19.6%&lt;br /&gt;Accountancy - 18.4%&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacy - 16.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the chance of someone who apply for a field of study and end up getting JPA Overseas Scholarships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics - 22.1%&lt;br /&gt;Quantity Surveyor - 17.6%&lt;br /&gt;Science - 17.0%&lt;br /&gt;Medical - 16.6%&lt;br /&gt;Dentist - 15.3%&lt;br /&gt;Engineering - 15.2%&lt;br /&gt;Architecture - 15.0%&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture - 13.2%&lt;br /&gt;Actuarial Science - 13.0%&lt;br /&gt;Biotech - 10.9%&lt;br /&gt;Veterinary - 10.1%&lt;br /&gt;Humanities - 9.6%&lt;br /&gt;Law - 8.5%&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacy - 8.2%&lt;br /&gt;IT - 7.8%&lt;br /&gt;City Planning - 7.7%&lt;br /&gt;Accountancy - 6.5%&lt;br /&gt;Business Administration - 4.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more info, &lt;a href="http://forum.jobstreet.com/index.php?showforum=11" target="_blank"&gt;JobStreet.com Scholarships Listing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.jobstreet.com/index.php?showforum=11" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.recom.org/"&gt;http://www.recom.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-279359375032779344?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/279359375032779344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=279359375032779344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/279359375032779344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/279359375032779344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-all-jpa-scholarship-applicantsbelow.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-9018590225585436143</id><published>2009-03-11T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:22:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still stuck at page 90, L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isey's&lt;/span&gt; Story by S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tephen&lt;/span&gt; King...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than 3months of rotting... what did i do and where do i find myself now?? i ask myself. for this three months, other than attending driving lessons and passing my test last week, i did nothing that i can truly make myself proud at all. i think i cant even solve simple maths question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid and very insecure. no matter what i have to face the reality and the sun is still going to rise tomorrow morning and be it the day i receive my death sentence. i was hoping for tomorrow to come soon.. well, it was like 2months ago when i saw some of my friends heading to their ideal college. now, i yearn for more and more holidays, more rotting days... i really don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; to do next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; i receive my result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, "will teacher congratulate me like two years ago when i received my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pmr&lt;/span&gt; result slip??"&lt;br /&gt;"what if i don't hear that word??"&lt;br /&gt;"will disappointment rushes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; my veins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; freaking nervous and worried. i know nothing can be done at this stage. all i can do is accept what i will see tomorrow. frankly i don't want to feel the way i feel now, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; nervous, gravity just somehow pushes my waste products lower. you get what i mean... i don't know if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be having serious diarrhea tomorrow(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fann&lt;/span&gt; reminded me this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; that i did my best i have nothing to be worried about and tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just have to walk into the school compound like i was still a convent girl. there are many "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IFs&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i study harder...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i prepare earlier...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i complete all the revision books...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i don't procrastinate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i learn how not to copy add maths homework...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; in class...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i don't sleep when teacher is teaching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are way to many of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IFs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; overwhelm me when i look at my bookshelf. there are so many books that i have not written a single thing on them. i should say too late for regrets... when i was sitting for the exam i told myself to do myself for every single paper. i'm sooooo unsure of myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the idea of giving out the result on a school day. why? of all days why must they choose tomorrow??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to give myself an explanation if i don't do well. maybe i am too paranoid. i always am. but i can't help thinking of the worst. i am depending of scholarship to study in college. if my result is too bad(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;touchwood&lt;/span&gt;) i can't go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i can't be spending too much of my parents' money on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-u studies. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; really really regret for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt; two scholarship offers before this, if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my uncle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt; already called my dad asking how is my result. they thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; my result today. see how anxious they are to find out how i did for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;, how '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cheong&lt;/span&gt;' they are??? i don't want them to compare me with my cousins. i don't have smarter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; to give me the pressure but i have 2 very intelligent cousins from dad's side. i don't want to disappoint my family either. especially my grandma. dad told me it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to get one or two B... but i'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid of knowing and seeing people shouting or having the tears of joy at school tomorrow just because they score &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; A's.&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid of exploring new things now&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more i am afraid of humans now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; is wearing a masque, i know.. but true friends will never turn you down, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly hope for the best tomorrow. for me, for everyone who is going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the same thing as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something to remind myself here, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; can be changed no matter how much of worries and nervousness"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-9018590225585436143?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/9018590225585436143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=9018590225585436143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/9018590225585436143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/9018590225585436143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-stuck-at-page-90-l-iseys-story-by.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5025418133065687579</id><published>2009-02-28T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:36:35.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'March symbolizes a new beginning, a new month, and a new cycle to the four seasons.' this is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;julia&lt;/span&gt; wrote in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, to symbolises the coming of the brand new month, i want to make my new month resolution here. i really need to do something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beneficial&lt;/span&gt; or at least something more useful before my rotting days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep before 1am everyday. (a must!)&lt;br /&gt;2. complete my sketch book&lt;br /&gt;3. read all the books or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebooks&lt;/span&gt; that i have not read&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; some stuff&lt;br /&gt;5. start planning which college to go&lt;br /&gt;6. wash my old school bag and keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. wash my pencil case which laid untouched since don't know when&lt;br /&gt;8. exercise&lt;br /&gt;9. dance&lt;br /&gt;10. wash the soft toys on my bed&lt;br /&gt;11. improve my vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;12. put all the photos in the photo album&lt;br /&gt;13. tidy up my wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;14. head to the salon to trim my hair and dye it&lt;br /&gt;15. alter my sitting posture (it's terribly bad,believe me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5025418133065687579?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5025418133065687579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5025418133065687579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5025418133065687579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5025418133065687579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/02/march-symbolizes-new-beginning-new.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-1827084645200160521</id><published>2009-02-19T23:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:49:28.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, regarding the previous post, i feel that i would just go to the point and say the real thing that happened to me that day instead of just hinting. that sicko won't see it anyway. so yeah... who knows 10years later i might want to read this post about the ridiculous+scary+horrible ride home. it was not something that i proud of. seriously, not my proudest or happiest moment. it was the scariest experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure many of you happen to be the sardine packed in a car where you or your friend would sit on your lap and the car is bouncing all the way and you wonder when you will reach the destination AND.... you legs definately feel so so numb after that. not something new to us. or me. i can still recall the sweet ride home in kim's granpa's car after tuition. aha, two crazy girls sitting at the front sit camwhoring. &gt;.&gt; people in the car around must be wondering what in the world these two girls were doing at the front sit and taking crazy pictures. we made a scene and they were looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wander&lt;/span&gt; off again. i don't know why but i have the habit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crapping&lt;/span&gt; something else instead of going straight to the point and say what i want to say. i do this a lot. i don't know how many paragraphs in my essays were nonsense in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; exam paper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just forget that. i have very little time left to rot at home and i must treasure every day and live like it's going to be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i should really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; about that incident this time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you know what, people might not want to read this post anymore if i crap too much and type too many words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a little bit too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to talk about it now but since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already type half way through, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just go on and REVEAL the sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;harassment&lt;/span&gt; i faced when i turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18years, 1week, 15hours 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; and 30seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i met this sicko instructor who wants to talk about S*X with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know how to react when he actually said that word out.&lt;br /&gt;okay. let me tell you what happened from the start to the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;qti&lt;/span&gt; day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; driving test day. and the one who tested me is the chief instructor of that driving school (that sicko). so okay, i drove like normal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; i improved. i realised that girls actually can't drive that well.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. so you can't expect me to drive too well because i just don't like to drive. then he started asking which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;taman&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a student, about my ambition and blah blah blah. okay, seemed normal. then, we found out that we live in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;taman&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; is just behind mine. what an stupid coincident. i wished i lied about where i stay. he said we could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. i just nod my head and said nothing. he said he could tell that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a very open minded person from my look. uh, excuse me, people usually say i look innocent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept asking me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; an open minded and friendly person. i said yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; friendly and if he wants to be my one of normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; then it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to me. i ignored the open minded part. that sicko also asked me if i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and he kept saying that he's a bachelor, lives alone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; lonely, no girlfriend, drives a yellow BMW. i thought i met a crazy and kind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;instructor&lt;/span&gt; at first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he said he knows the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;jpj&lt;/span&gt; people. if i can't pass then he can help me. so i got his phone number and he got mine in case i don't do well on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;jpj&lt;/span&gt; test day, i can call him &lt;em&gt;(touch wood).&lt;/em&gt; during test, in the car, everything was okay until... he said he'll give me a ride home and i was okay about it. the driver who supposed to fetch me is always late and make me wait so long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. there was once he let me waited for more than an hour until i fall asleep on the sofa. i wonder how many times he horned to wake me up but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scary part begins when i sat that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;sicko's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;kancil&lt;/span&gt; home. he started boasting saying he's a bachelor, owns a BMW, likes BMW very much, all the people at the shops near my house know him, he has a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; neighbour... not that i care to know. but since he told me i just lent my ears and listened. then he said he never met such a cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; before. ----me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;you must be rolling your eyes now. yeah i so wanna vomit when i heard that. he made me have goosebumps all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'are you really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; and open minded?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he tried to ask me this twice. but the first time was interrupted by a phone call of his. thank god! it bought some time and reaching my house soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'considered so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; friendly.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'open minded?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;. i can be friends with different races of people. (it's a kind of open minded thinking too.)'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'no i mean... do you talk about s*x with guys? through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.............................and have you *****************censored****************?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'...... (i didn't know what to say)......... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; from girls school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;traditional&lt;/span&gt; about this.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; the subject asking him more about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;jpj&lt;/span&gt; test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'i had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend before. sad to say but she died of accident in kl.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'oh..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'never mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very open minded. we can be friends. i can be your boyfriend and you be my girlfriend.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(startled, nothing to say...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a bachelor. living alone. i always go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; shop nearby. u never see my car parked there before? the yellow BMW... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; i drive, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; i walk there. the people there know me well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; i sing karaoke at home. you wanna come and join me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'sorry but i don't sing'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'we can be friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; open minded. we can talk. message me at night k? or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; message you. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; know if you're a sincere person.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! my house's here!! thanks.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hurriedly got down from the car and shut the door hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not making this up. this is real. real scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. just when i thought i met a more classy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; who speaks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; to me, i never thought one can be so LC! he's not young and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; and he's kind of big sized. no wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; girls can't even stand to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to him more than a second. one thing is that i can't offend him either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; yet to sit for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;jpj&lt;/span&gt; test and any bad word from him to the examiner would fail my driving test. you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. so i told myself and still telling myself that i won't see that sicko anymore after i pass my driving. so, i must practice more and drive well on that day. otherwise i have to see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;sicko's&lt;/span&gt; face and hear his disgusting voice again. good thing he didn't lay his finger on my hair. if not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be in the court now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;suing&lt;/span&gt; him! i wished i recorded down everything he said. it can be quite useful when i need to report to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt; is safe and near home? think driving school is safe? think twice.&lt;br /&gt;i bet kl has more scandals like this, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so girls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;be careful&lt;/span&gt; and take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-1827084645200160521?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/1827084645200160521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=1827084645200160521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1827084645200160521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/1827084645200160521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-regarding-previous-post-i-feel-that.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3433478546370510986</id><published>2009-02-17T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:41:22.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i smell trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dare to come to me, i'll call 999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good coz you don't know i have a blog and you won't see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are soooooo disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls out there, must becareful all the time and protect yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3433478546370510986?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3433478546370510986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3433478546370510986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3433478546370510986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3433478546370510986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-doomed.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5540738480531212849</id><published>2009-02-10T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:39:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGm1xY_isI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1eqgVPspiPo/s1600-h/DSC03917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301201679113226946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGm1xY_isI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1eqgVPspiPo/s200/DSC03917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; great friends make my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in about 20 minutes time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; officially 18years and 1day old. that's fast. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt't&lt;/span&gt; notice how time could just fly when it was just like yesterday i was hoping the clock would tick faster so that it'll be the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt;. how much i awaited and wanted to reveal the mystery of the present that i would receive from my beloved friends. i don't know why but turning 18 seems to be a big deal to me. (i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; 'happy 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday' balloons even if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not having a birthday party.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. go ahead and call me silly.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301201678684470066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGm1vyxOzI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ywHywTf6y6M/s200/DSC03927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i had a great start of the day even though the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt; wasn't like what i expected, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still very happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; like the most special to me so far. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;overall&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; contented with what i get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as this year....&lt;br /&gt;is the year where i actually get a birthday present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301201668084782914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGm1ITm10I/AAAAAAAAAVs/nRw5VlBWsR8/s200/DSC03983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;psp&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and silver are the colours available in stores now. i have no choice so i chose the black one. so i got a pink coloured pouch to balance coolness.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301201678173042642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGm1t41d9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/B0FnFe9ITB8/s200/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are from my lovely friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301204704618902674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGpl4RwdJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/DMveWypUHn4/s200/DSC03940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;18 J C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; donuts signify my 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; die fat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301204705582744674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGpl73jhGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FHg8nvFryPU/s200/DSC03946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;pressie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301204705771976466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGpl8kq9xI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Mr6GVKFBIvU/s200/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301204708856428690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGpmIED-JI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vXpRm2Uh60U/s200/DSC03987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to show off to my room mate next time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301204707536374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGpmDJViPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OM7T979oo5w/s200/DSC03986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a hand made card from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mokee&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206534774888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGrQaI8l2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/bFj52-BvvNQ/s200/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the front&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206549192430018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGrRP2W0cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MFli1e0A3nM/s200/DSC03950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;inside..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206579476637586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGrTAqrJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/UAcXNMnSqQw/s200/DSC03954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the back&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301206610204550450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGrUzIx5TI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_oLTThq-4Ug/s200/DSC03955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;peh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt;, happy birthday i say to myself again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5540738480531212849?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5540738480531212849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5540738480531212849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5540738480531212849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5540738480531212849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-friends-make-my-day-in-about-20.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SZGm1xY_isI/AAAAAAAAAWE/1eqgVPspiPo/s72-c/DSC03917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-2903719071293947844</id><published>2009-02-09T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:52:32.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't wanna grow up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;daddy says: 'i wish you stay at 5 years old forever'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-2903719071293947844?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/2903719071293947844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=2903719071293947844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2903719071293947844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2903719071293947844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-922927059337097122</id><published>2009-01-23T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:23:20.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kick start my day by helping mum to buy roasted pork at the market. what a way to kick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; my day.=.=&lt;br /&gt;it has been a very long time since i went to market to do anything. well, being a good daughter, i have to help my mum to buy or choose the 'stuff' that i was told to buy like an auntie. what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me the most are the pigs' heads. you guess where i saw them? on the floor beside the way that buyers are supposed to walk. and they were not roasted pigs' heads. they were still RAW! all pink in colour. it was kind of gross to see that. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little piggy at home is looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much cuter than that. yeah, needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294522797770578066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SXnsbthSmJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/s5IrdsOdd5o/s200/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i passed by convent this afternoon. i had a sudden feeling to live my secondary school life all over again although there's nothing to be missed being in my class that was kind of lifeless and dead.. looking past my school of 5years, i realised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not small little girl anymore. okay turning 18 and going to be a young adult, still a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i had a good night sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, when was the last time i slept before midnight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-922927059337097122?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/922927059337097122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=922927059337097122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/922927059337097122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/922927059337097122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-kick-start-my-day-by-helping-mum-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SXnsbthSmJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/s5IrdsOdd5o/s72-c/DSC03789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4232371311809889460</id><published>2009-01-13T22:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:08:20.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWyrEM5LoNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hvIsLR7UP4c/s1600-h/SP_A0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290791750922379474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWyrEM5LoNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hvIsLR7UP4c/s200/SP_A0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here goes the birthday girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calista&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday. you are 18! no more reading little miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;series&lt;/span&gt; yeah. you are too old for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;' among us, hope you enjoyed what we did for you-the star. don't you feel like a celebrity? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have lots of words to say to you but i don't think one post is enough for me to type out everything i feel for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;. as long as you know it in your heart. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, creating this birthday blog thingy is the first major project for me in year 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact your present is also a major project for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started the blog on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; night and managed to finished it on time though. it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; ping's great idea about starting a birthday blog as part of your present.but, can i thank myself here? sorry being thick skinned but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the one finding a suitable blog skin for about 2hours then edited it, browsed for song, created &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;, and did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; for you,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;calista&lt;/span&gt;! not forgetting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; the picture for the puzzle and collected it another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. a big round of applause for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;, the lime light is on you, cal today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not the main character of the day. thanks for the lunch. it was great to meet up and just talk and talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there we had fun dolling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fann&lt;/span&gt; up don't we? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290792058976491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWyrWIfAVtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rt5m0d3a128/s200/DSC03752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fann&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry but i really need to blog this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; my blog is very dead. i need visitors. my blog needs some hits! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... save up your stares. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; still blog your pictures here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290792828626011778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWysC7pwBoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9s1L48uN16I/s200/DSC03768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she and her '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;'  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290792671440857890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWyr5yF46yI/AAAAAAAAAUw/o1Y_PnPI9Rg/s200/DSC03759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290793264961459058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWyscVIOk3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/GxLwKQ_9qUc/s200/DSC03771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is so darn cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4232371311809889460?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4232371311809889460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4232371311809889460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4232371311809889460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4232371311809889460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-goes-birthday-girl-calista-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWyrEM5LoNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hvIsLR7UP4c/s72-c/SP_A0166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8069602656928774939</id><published>2009-01-08T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:14:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i usually don't have the urge to blog after every outing i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; with my friends but today seems to be a little bit different. i guess i should reconsider my ambition. i realised i love flying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; i do. some of you might have heard that i actually have a pair of invisible wings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; you all can't see except myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does not work for emergency usage though. example, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very tired after a long walk and i need something to fly me there.save time and energy. well, it's just... my imagination. i imagine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; poly, we had the chance to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aviation&lt;/span&gt; on the ground.so much like a real experience. i keep thinking about it the minute i got home. not because the guy who directed me was cute or exceptionally handsome but it was really fun to do it again. good thing i tried and i have no regrets now. it's like one in a life time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, that guy said i have good skill. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... maybe i do have some quality in being a female pilot. but not so a good car driver though. driving is hard. =(&lt;br /&gt;frankly i don't know what course was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; related to aviation. i guess it's either aerospace electronics or aeronautical engineering. these courses are not what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; interested in though except flying the model aircraft part. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; proud to say this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the first female who tried that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gyabo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288954300874466242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWYj6iDlo8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mfOtWo0OALs/s200/DSC03717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWYlNZLT6dI/AAAAAAAAATU/-F_6jHaDTIs/s1600-h/P08-01-09_17.06%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288955129871036226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWYkqyTxb0I/AAAAAAAAATM/PBa0J1joVCM/s200/DSC03720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288954570298319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWYkKNvPYOI/AAAAAAAAATE/Mj3C407uOJ0/s200/DSC03723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the thought of joining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; flying academy after watching a inspiring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show. female actually can be pilot. two of them who appeared on the show changed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; i had. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; from my cousin that being a pilot has to have perfect eyesight and tall. he went for interview before but he wasn't selected due to height problem.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;, so sad. i have non of both qualities so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; never be qualified. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288955724420082130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWYlNZLT6dI/AAAAAAAAATU/-F_6jHaDTIs/s200/P08-01-09_17.06%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us waiting for the bus. they are so energetic when taking pictures. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna tuck in. ciao&lt;br /&gt;see ya sometime around. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plz, let me have something nice to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8069602656928774939?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8069602656928774939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8069602656928774939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8069602656928774939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8069602656928774939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-usually-dont-have-urge-to-blog-after.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWYj6iDlo8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mfOtWo0OALs/s72-c/DSC03717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3489559333868598306</id><published>2009-01-05T14:21:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:27:28.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's ready 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jan&lt;/span&gt; 2009! we've spent 5days of the brand new year. so, what have you been doing for these five days? those who are still schooling probably would be sulking, complaining why did holidays pass in just a blink of an eye. then, some already started living in new environment, have the anticipation of leading college life... me? well, i was away for cousin's wedding and also holiday for a few days. so i shall let pictures do most of the talking later on as you know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lazy to type and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; suck at spelling now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before welcoming the year 2009, this is how we spent our last day of year 2008 together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ESCAPE TRIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us (supposed to be four but unfortunately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jasmynn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; make it last minute) escaped to &lt;strong&gt;escape theme park&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. well, that day wasn't a very good day as i was still quite sick. i went cause i felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; i shouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; my friends but i ended up suffering. the hots and the colds made me even sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287733578387583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHNrIaycqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FsdJxuLmdRg/s320/DSC03528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287699150346289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGuXJ-GgyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/guAVr0wEH30/s320/memories37661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was raining. i was feeling cold and tired too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the new year comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;time flies and people grows.. here's a very good example&lt;br /&gt;my little nephew.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287701551708585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGwi7vfP9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/wwQJYBJBPBE/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he was only this small the last time i saw him! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he says: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; superman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287700079717203970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGvNQJZQAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Kh2GzCWOE4o/s320/DSC03535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;see how big is he now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry to say this but it's hard to find first class service here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. it took my dad almost two hours to check in and the staff made a mistake claiming that we were supposed to check in the day before and the date is wrong and stuff. in the end, we had our lunch at 4plus because of the delay in checking in into the hotel suite.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287702686169799762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGxk98HnFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZUHmPCAHd5c/s320/DSC03539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mahkota&lt;/span&gt; hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287704330472814114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGzErcgdiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_DeloxaNjVw/s320/DSC03538.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287704704835211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGzaeDdUMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/_WdSobxV3EA/s320/DSC03543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the view from the balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287705004095181218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGzr44mEaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2o6dWr-BzcM/s320/DSC03593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287705279289556802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWGz76EC_0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/EfP-IYegF1A/s320/DSC03594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the living room and balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are kitchen,living room, two bedrooms and two bathrooms and a balcony in this suite. and there are 11 adults, 2kids staying in this suite as my aunt's family is also here. a little cramped though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287706209493358722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG0yDV6mII/AAAAAAAAAO8/J0nOyRLAQAU/s320/DSC03546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wasted no time and quickly headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nyonya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt; where the show little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nyonya&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;filmed&lt;/span&gt;. the main purpose of going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;melaka&lt;/span&gt; is for my cousin's wedding. i waited for this to come for so long but i was coughing like mad during the whole trip. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287706753390034274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG1Rtg_PWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5NLqR_UsYpw/s320/DSC03551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287707610944775954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG2DoJ-JxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wNjIffJOz3o/s320/DSC03560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the entrance fee is expensive! RM8 for adult and RM5 for children. we didn't go in the end as we felt that paying 8bucks to go in and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; we saw from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; is not worth the money. if we were to go in, the entrance fees would cost about RM 100 for 11 adults and 2kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287708983281765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG3TggmzbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/a51dmFaVqNE/s320/DSC03561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;side view&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nyonya&lt;/span&gt; museum. this is where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;yue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;niang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;xiang&lt;/span&gt; live (in the show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287709996130464978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG4OdqjdNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/01s3YoLCxNw/s320/DSC03572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one of those streets where little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nyonya&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;filmed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my aunt knows the places so well she can even tell me what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;xiang&lt;/span&gt; did on which streets(in the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287710934141055058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG5FEBtMFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/o3Y5z8VO2BM/s320/DSC03558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i like this wall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287711489993434322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG5lavPZNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5NaXCGwhWEU/s320/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this shop looked creepy. full of lanterns and old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287712007683430866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG6DjSJ2dI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qaS4gcvk3qI/s320/DSC03578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we came to this shop that sells nice food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;cendol&lt;/span&gt;. at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;jonker&lt;/span&gt; street i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287713850636575858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG7u00bJHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1sdifNnrG3M/s320/DSC03555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287712459889721138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG6d34iPzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/efC4ZrZm95w/s320/DSC03553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714940659454034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG8uReIUFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MvxRZvATuZY/s320/DSC03556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the shop is full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nyonya&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; aroma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715908631574802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG9mncquRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8Hf72In2gRM/s320/DSC03566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lamps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287717283736799586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG-2qHTSWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VXkbdb_tif0/s320/DSC03567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mum says last time people used to put eggs in such basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287718418049925954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWG_4rwoA0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MnL4dmJxLdc/s320/DSC03568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;come to this shop if you want to taste the best chicken rice ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the next day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the big day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287720457760411666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHBvaRgEBI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gQxPF7l1zqk/s320/DSC03591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the only thing i like is the breakfast in hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287721113177595874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHCVj5In-I/AAAAAAAAARE/8iOwIur9c6I/s320/DSC03588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bad weather. it was raining heavily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287721602527055170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHCyC3IzUI/AAAAAAAAARM/Gyzl1Dhy_x4/s320/DSC03609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mum helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;aerin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; (cousin's wife) putting on the bracelet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the hotel..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287722543273764818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHDozaoZ9I/AAAAAAAAARU/_sO_JgRkndE/s320/DSC03615.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724419409418626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHFWAkOmYI/AAAAAAAAARc/6_9ZAP29M2w/s320/DSC03632.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;look! he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287725918685687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHGtRzi7hI/AAAAAAAAARk/5aC633yiwQo/s320/DSC03648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he's not camera-shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287726470054917682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHHNX0NtjI/AAAAAAAAARs/eSVTZKeay84/s320/DSC03644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287726851921180706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHHjmYOeCI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bvD2v39KumQ/s320/DSC03652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nyonya&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;aerin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;) yes, she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;nyonya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt awkward in that dress =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the wedding luncheon, it's time to eye on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;! eye on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;melaka&lt;/span&gt; to be precise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told the girl at the ticket counter that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still a secondary school student but she so smart she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not anymore. then i lied to her that i study extra one year for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;peralihan&lt;/span&gt; to get a cheaper ticket rate. yeah, the normal cheapskate me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287727828248947634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHIcbe567I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rU7y25ADesc/s320/DSC03658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287728869879714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHJZD3CFFI/AAAAAAAAASE/UhIIYXFjbe8/s320/DSC03663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287729251143958866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHJvQLgwVI/AAAAAAAAASM/gsQ6pUyrgJE/s320/DSC03696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;camwhore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287729859807786514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHKSroRthI/AAAAAAAAASU/d0nyGU-XVAI/s320/DSC03679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287730247497472018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHKpP4s2BI/AAAAAAAAASc/tHF3aRg0PDE/s320/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;satay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;celup&lt;/span&gt;. my first time eating and seeing it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287731038076460770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHLXRBa3uI/AAAAAAAAASk/SEt575pNlaQ/s320/DSC03702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287731754957517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHMA_nLsWI/AAAAAAAAASs/qi4BtMOrC2c/s320/DSC03704.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the next day is about shopping and buying things. i bought nothing though. i was darn tired. i can never sleep well in other places. i need my own bed+teddy+piggy+ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my smell&lt;/span&gt;. lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3489559333868598306?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3489559333868598306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3489559333868598306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3489559333868598306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3489559333868598306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ready-5-th-of-jan-2009-weve-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SWHNrIaycqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FsdJxuLmdRg/s72-c/DSC03528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-2227211914765086822</id><published>2008-12-26T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:37:47.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everyone from all around the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; these days. it doesn't matter if you are not a christian and from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; religion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; is all about the joy of giving and forgiving who can resist the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;temptation&lt;/span&gt; of taking part in such festival that just happen once in every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; this year is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; different for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; i gave you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the very next day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;you gave it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;this year to save me from tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i gave it to someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not trying to sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; here but that was how my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; last year or the past year were like. don't get me wrong. this year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give my heart to anyone but keep it to myself.the safest place ever i supposed. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; is quite fulfilling to me. first of all, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;julia's&lt;/span&gt; invitation to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chirstmas&lt;/span&gt; eve dinner at grand straits garden. for the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;julia&lt;/span&gt; being so girlish and she really looked great that evening. cheers,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;julia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;of course we girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cam whore&lt;/span&gt; a little in the toilet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what girls do best everytime we head to the toilet isn't it? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283992409689717954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SVSDGc9qfMI/AAAAAAAAANM/7QOELrRRPQY/s200/memories36989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283993169603870898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SVSDyr3UQLI/AAAAAAAAANU/0jywa1WMLww/s200/DSC03379.JPG" border="0" /&gt; if i were not wrong, i spent my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;melaka&lt;/span&gt; at my grandma's house last year. but the trip there always earn me some pocket money. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.last year i was still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mending&lt;/span&gt; my broken heart. it's so nice that it's healed now and i am happily living my life. so is him... no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and how did i spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; this year? my whole family(well, there are only 3person-me,my dad and my mum) went to the newly opened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;jusco&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;indah&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon. we spent half of our day trying to find parking there. it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt;. there are nothing much over there. it's just another typical shopping mall. i couldn't find any nice clothes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i really don't know what should i rant about next. as i said, this blog is very much abandoned nowadays.my life is dull so i have nothing to say or show the least maturity in my blog posts. an idle living an idle life that's it. an idle with no correct mind. i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; i said that in my blog. frankly, i feel stupid as day passes by. each day i feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; losing something. not money, not friends, not my belongings but knowledge. okay, knowledge can be considered as part of my belongings too. you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really getting stupid. i don't know how to spell simple words now. so yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; kind of struggling with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;abc&lt;/span&gt; when typing this post.lol. i was aiming to get in into any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; before this. stop looking at me now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going for the entrance test for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;JCs&lt;/span&gt; anymore simply because i feel so lazy to study their O-level syllabus. how do i pass if i don't study or go for tuition classes. erhem, maybe i don't have the quality to be qualified either. i'm constantly thinking about my future every now and then. i already know what to do but things actually not as easy as i thought. there are a lot more complications behind it. if i were to sit at home being a lazy bum till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; result is out, then i think i would be losing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much of knowledge that i knew. another point for this, i loss knowledge but gain fats. what?! i need to go to school. okay college to be more precise. where to go actually??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, i had such a scary nightmare on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;eve&lt;/span&gt; day. that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not something that i wished for. no one would want that to happen too. it's just too unexpected and unbelievable so i shall not say anymore word about it in case it really came true. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;choy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;touchwood&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yesterday i dreamt that i was getting hair extension. credit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i was reading her blog yesterday before i went to bed and i really dreamt that i was going to put on blue and pink hair extension. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pictures of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283995395762715474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SVSF0Q88e1I/AAAAAAAAANk/eTGbH6NyQqA/s200/DSC03469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283994838859318194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SVSFT2U1A7I/AAAAAAAAANc/kynH2HNQ4Rc/s200/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is my first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;cam whore&lt;/span&gt; so long after i permed my hair. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like the result in the first place. i had the urge of straightening it to make it back to the old hairstyle. since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got so many nice comments about my hair so i started to love it now. too bad the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; look plan is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-2227211914765086822?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/2227211914765086822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=2227211914765086822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2227211914765086822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2227211914765086822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-everyone-from-all-around.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SVSDGc9qfMI/AAAAAAAAANM/7QOELrRRPQY/s72-c/memories36989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5347031704246034732</id><published>2008-12-22T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:17:14.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644568450826306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SU-5PxEogEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cI3slMehtBk/s200/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;today is my piggy's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;he's old enough to have a nice and pleasant bath already&lt;br /&gt;so sad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the only one remember today and wish him happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; *ab-normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but he's a part of my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i love him because he's so fat and nice to hug.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's okay that the person is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not lonely because i have piggy -one of my property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today's trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suntec&lt;/span&gt; city was cool!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; to write our wishes on the big balloon that designated for it. me,cal,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jasmynn&lt;/span&gt; felt we did something meaningful and extraordinary during this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; trip. the coolest part is, i guess they are going to put all the balloons that are filled with words and wishes up in the sky on the 31st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; at the marina bay countdown party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;whooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;. we had a blast sitting on the floor and showing off our creativity on the balloon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644235870324082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SU-48aHQxXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TvvIRaC4Rpo/s200/DSC03348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~my wishes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282648266257708754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SU-8nAefttI/AAAAAAAAANE/00FY5luV5ng/s200/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a special logo featuring us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282645010390754674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SU-5pfbUpXI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zRuIAK0aYBI/s200/DSC03363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282647315415428626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SU-7vqUB7hI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SP390paXr2s/s200/DSC03342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;merry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; in advance! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; totally in the mood now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5347031704246034732?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5347031704246034732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5347031704246034732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5347031704246034732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5347031704246034732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-yeah-today-is-my-piggys-2-nd.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SU-5PxEogEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cI3slMehtBk/s72-c/DSC01260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5133725259987324702</id><published>2008-12-19T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:04:41.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's ok not to own a PSP&lt;br /&gt;it's ok not to have a vaio laptop&lt;br /&gt;it's ok not to have my own digital camera&lt;br /&gt;it's ok not to have big car, big house&lt;br /&gt;it's ok to fail or fall once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;it's just not ok if i have to give up what i've been aiming for&lt;br /&gt;it's not really ok if i have to give up my childhood dream and pursue something else&lt;br /&gt;will i regret some day?&lt;br /&gt;what will happen if i insist of not giving up?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that i am being too ambitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5133725259987324702?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5133725259987324702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5133725259987324702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5133725259987324702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5133725259987324702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-ok-not-to-own-psp-its-ok-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5842882771396280284</id><published>2008-12-15T00:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:04:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long long time since i last blogged. i think i owe my blog an apology. i kind of abandon it. it was last week that i changed my blog skin and now it's not even complete. i just feel so lazy to do anything except for shopping during my holidays. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of staying at home and finding myself glue to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; screen or starring at the laptop screen for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; or drama shows. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; an lazy bum. everyday is the same old routine. i have yet to do anything meaningful for my precious holidays before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; heading to the unknowns in world out there.&lt;br /&gt;i have to say this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; leading an idle life right now. i do not have any motivation to do anything. i was cleaning up my room the very day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; is over. i packed all the papers and books, prepared to sell them to the old-newspaper-man. then it's still in my room. lying there on the floor. unmoved. and my story books, they are still in a mess. the worse thing is, i even feel lazy to sleep-it happens all the time. i don't know what is wrong with me. i just don't feel like sleeping even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; dead tired. i love to waste time. especially at night. so i ended up sleeping very late at night with nothing much to do actually and force myself to wake up like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; 10 or 11 am. i don't know what's with me. something is wrong with my system.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess the only 'achievement' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got so far is my new hair style. not many of you know this but yes, i permed my hair. don't imagine and don't be too surprised. it looks absolutely normal! somehow i had the urge of perming my hair so i headed to the salon 3 days after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; is over. the only thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so hardworking in doing is taking care of my curls now... every morning i spent about 20 minutes doing my hair and about 30 minutes after i bathe. i kind of miss my straight hair. it needs less nourishment and time to handle. i had always been very lazy in combing my hair so the only bonus i get from my curly hair now is that i don't have to comb my hair that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SUVFPhH4-xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pmgl0r4FNkw/s1600-h/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279702271053593362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SUVFPhH4-xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pmgl0r4FNkw/s200/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hair... before i permed it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is basically what i do everyday: watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, listen to the radio, watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;, online.... and, play my hair. i have three new books that i bought before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; starts in order to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; occupied and it's still untouched. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so lazy to exercise and i don't know since when i don't care about fats anymore. i told myself to read up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; encyclopedia to level up my knowledge but it seems to be a difficult task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my holiday lists :&lt;br /&gt;perm hair (done)&lt;br /&gt;dance&lt;br /&gt;exercise&lt;br /&gt;watch prison break4,gossip girls2, vampire knight guilty,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nodame&lt;/span&gt; cantabile...&lt;br /&gt;read books&lt;br /&gt;buy more books&lt;br /&gt;get driving licence&lt;br /&gt;holiday with friends&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; shopping&lt;br /&gt;know more things&lt;br /&gt;go for camp&lt;br /&gt;boost my artistic level&lt;br /&gt;get a certificate in design and animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep over&lt;br /&gt;party&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;the last on the list is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;camwhore&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's been a long while since i take any photos of myself yea. i feel so lazy to do it now though. i rather day dream. that is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; capable in doing, always. having stuck at home everyday during weekdays is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; boring. sometimes i even thought of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; this number, 03-26873400. why???&lt;br /&gt;that is not my new boyfriend's number. it's the number to call if one wants to volunteer for the national service &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;programme&lt;/span&gt;. i know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; crazy. volunteer for NS? nah... give me a break. oh... speaking of give-me-a-break. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;th'ng&lt;/span&gt; must be enjoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt; now. how good if i get to go and having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; meal everyday for one whole month!! that's such a blessing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; food is my all time favourite. too bad, the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; restaurant here has closed down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;th'ng&lt;/span&gt; gets to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, that makes me more envious. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt;.... when can i go there?!.... i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a little different. i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt; and want to discover the art and history myself one day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fascinated by it and it will always be my dream holiday vacation. that's why i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; different. most people will consider UK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, japan or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt; i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;then again, i don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; makes me blog today. maybe it's because of my guilt for not updating my blog these days when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so free. oh ya, i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; the whole day this morning. rather, yesterday morning. what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning. gloomy and my dad told me that he just ruined the blouse that i bought on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; trip with cal they all on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;tought&lt;/span&gt; it was just a small problem and it turned out like this!!!! no matter how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Clorox&lt;/span&gt; just can't save my blouse. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;sobx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703421857963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SUVGSgNCHgI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZprQUG8-u9U/s200/DSC03283.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703712849581858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SUVGjcO11yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/x0C2JDYc1BM/s200/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;you see.... green and brown. at different places&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703946334987010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SUVGxCCGYwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uOnZzFVGiKA/s200/DSC03288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you think it's clean. but it's not on the other side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so sad. i tried it on for less than 5 minutes and it's not wearable anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;emo.emo.emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went Hyatt for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;FACON&lt;/span&gt; education fair. the trip there made me so unsure of where to further my studies later. i so wanna study in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; before this and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure of it anymore. i wonder if i should sit for the entrance test then wait for the result and then only i decide. future planning won't be a problem if i accepted the scholarships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will think about this again and make a decision within this week when i get a good nice sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking needs energy too. in fact, a lot of energy is needed. tonight, is such a good night to have a sweet sweet dream. i shall not waste any minute typing this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~yawn my way to wonderland~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;miss fann shar linn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~yawn my way to wonderland~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5842882771396280284?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5842882771396280284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5842882771396280284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5842882771396280284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5842882771396280284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-long-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SUVFPhH4-xI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pmgl0r4FNkw/s72-c/DSC02949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8422270519620759755</id><published>2008-11-27T22:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:26:59.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273345590611152226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6v4BJADWI/AAAAAAAAALU/igJlYGfal48/s200/DSC02929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;won't be seeing this sign anymore in future i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6u8znM6gI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zfFNxsjUdU4/s1600-h/DSC02922.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273344573367446018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6u8znM6gI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zfFNxsjUdU4/s200/DSC02922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;climing up the stairs which i felt tired of doing it everyday previously(for four years!!). now, this is my last time to do so, so i take extra careful steps and appreciate every second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; climbing the stairs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6t0-x0-XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qoYlcfxKthA/s1600-h/DSC02916.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273343339414223218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6t0-x0-XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qoYlcfxKthA/s200/DSC02916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so gonna miss my classroom for four years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(2A, 3A, 4SC1, 5SC1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wUmmYaOI/AAAAAAAAALk/4Q3EL8eeKD0/s1600-h/DSC02931.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6uyFGHjlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/awhbzmlNMGA/s1600-h/DSC02920.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273344389081960018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6uyFGHjlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/awhbzmlNMGA/s200/DSC02920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yatta&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;exam is finally over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6uIqOuH8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lGC5gHQ4lqY/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273343677495648194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6uIqOuH8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lGC5gHQ4lqY/s200/DSC02917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this is wad i did during moral and add maths period...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aih&lt;/span&gt;.. can't sleep without noise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6uWkkBBeI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BBRK30pRQ6g/s1600-h/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273343916492522978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6uWkkBBeI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BBRK30pRQ6g/s200/DSC02918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*woke up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me and my little shadow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6vpF_8ZFI/AAAAAAAAALM/1xQd-iVqjmE/s1600-h/DSC02924.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273345334217303122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6vpF_8ZFI/AAAAAAAAALM/1xQd-iVqjmE/s200/DSC02924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;goodbye smelly toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wEqJJ2_I/AAAAAAAAALc/IScu3P8AvAk/s1600-h/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273345807776078834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wEqJJ2_I/AAAAAAAAALc/IScu3P8AvAk/s200/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; ping and me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273346081702832354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wUmmYaOI/AAAAAAAAALk/4Q3EL8eeKD0/s200/DSC02931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;good bye convent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wgtWk-RI/AAAAAAAAALs/LwmcB40u1kI/s1600-h/DSC02934.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273346289674025234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wgtWk-RI/AAAAAAAAALs/LwmcB40u1kI/s200/DSC02934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yummy yummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wq6mHb6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/wVkxbwb5mYc/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273346465027551138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6wq6mHb6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/wVkxbwb5mYc/s200/DSC02936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we're proud to be convent girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it does not matter if we studied in convent for 11 or 5 solid years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;once a convent girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;always a convent girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6vMQJ7D4I/AAAAAAAAALE/hZFViuuQv8U/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273344838727307138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6vMQJ7D4I/AAAAAAAAALE/hZFViuuQv8U/s200/DSC02925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;future.... what is it like in future? i would love to explore myself but i seem to afraid to see what's going to come in future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;still a long long life journey to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;just like this picture. it's not as long distance as it seems to be but we see it in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i know i couldn't wait for today to come last time...so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo now&lt;/span&gt;. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as fast as we make friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we come to notice how much faster we can lose friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;how much more friends we will become friends with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the good times i had in convent will be kept in my heart forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;reality is moving fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and the reality is we will never see some friends anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but even though we'll all change and million miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we'll all remember the times we had together in convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8422270519620759755?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8422270519620759755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8422270519620759755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8422270519620759755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8422270519620759755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-day.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SS6v4BJADWI/AAAAAAAAALU/igJlYGfal48/s72-c/DSC02929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-6278718340416650314</id><published>2008-11-25T18:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:36:07.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. everybody. it's me back to the blogging world. it has been more than one month with no updates. then again, this does not mean that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been choking on books and swallowing every dot of word in the reference books. the truth? i did or i don't have any feeling that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; at all. compare to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;, i think my laziness level rise up to 101%. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;... i wonder why i don't feel tense or stressed out like i did last time during every school small or major exam. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; is like the stepping stone to tertiary education and it's important to get scholarships. sigh.. what's the point of sighing actually? i don't think i still be able to solve all the add maths paper2 questions. i don't think it will do any good if i were given more time to practice. i need more time to do that freaking paper2 actually. my panic attack started when i don't know how to solve 1,2,3... questions. then a,b,c.... gosh.. forget about it as the nightmare for most of the form5 students is going to over soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;. no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sejarah&lt;/span&gt; in future! no more physics in future... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way the main purpose i want to blog today is not about crapping how lazy i am during these few weeks. okay, it's about how youth are celebrating their birthday these days. how do you want your birthday celebration to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;, they seem to have a more innovative and creative way to celebrate their peers BIG DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ACJC&lt;/span&gt; to be an outstanding and one of the top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. so i thought the students there are all the nerdy type where they would hold a book in their hands during lunch break or what. and i also believe that there are many students who speak in heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; accent.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to birthday celebration. recently, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ACJC&lt;/span&gt; girl tied up, roughed up, and humiliated. why??? why did it happen? truth is... this is how they celebrate their friend's birthday. wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272547780637614018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SSvaRXYt38I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KcLRGsYi53M/s320/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What kind of birthday celebration is this???? i know people throw cake at the face or give a surprise party for birthday girl or boy. this is like... too much. they tried to stuff the food into the girl's mouth. although the birthday girl knew about the plan and she did not mind at all, it still utterly disgusting to have food and milk stuff into your mouth right. this is how they seek fun in the birthday celebration. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272550109799875618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SSvcY8MRhCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/G8E3t72niAk/s320/getArticlePhoto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;her friend was throwing milk on her... chocolate milk bath? yucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272550643744513266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SSvc4BSmHPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wGLDDjjkivA/s200/getArticlePhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i don't know why it seemed fun for them to do all these to their friends. this is really an extraordinary birthday celebration. to be watched by the whole school is already enough. i don't understand why they uploaded it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. isn't that something shameful for so many people to know and comment about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another case. it was a birthday boy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SAJC&lt;/span&gt;. i guess such thing happen in every school. more and more videos of students being ragged are surfacing. this time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SAJC&lt;/span&gt; rugby boys, who uploaded a clip of them throwing a birthday boy into a bin, rubbing his genitals with toothpaste, and slamming his nether regions against a pole. ouch man... i don't know how that boy stand it and i don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have some fun during birthday celebration never mind. but i think they went overboard. perhaps this is how they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;distress&lt;/span&gt; themselves from a mountain high of homework and textbooks. birthday girl or boy always the center of attention for everyone who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; them. this time they really made it big and got the attention from the society.&lt;br /&gt;will you ever dream of such birthday celebration? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; hope that this do not happen in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; and will not even want to experience it on my own and don't even want to look at the live action with my own eyes. it's just too gross and yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still, this is just my personal opinion about this issue. do not give any comment on this if you don't like what i wrote. refer to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.stomp.com.sg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; updates. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sources are from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.stomp.com.sg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-6278718340416650314?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/6278718340416650314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=6278718340416650314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6278718340416650314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6278718340416650314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SSvaRXYt38I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KcLRGsYi53M/s72-c/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4183512566667742703</id><published>2008-10-10T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:53:27.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"i tried again and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. i am tired of trying. trying to make her happy,trying to make her accept me... but she just won't. she won't talk to me ever again. i know it was my fault and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; apologised many times to her. but she just can't let go and forgive me. to her, i cut her heart deeply more than any blade possibly could and she will never forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; incident that happened two years ago. and i, lost her as my closest friend forever in my life. her name, was rosy.&lt;br /&gt;she was once the most important person in my life. she was my closest friend, a good listener and i, even regarded her as my "life-time companion". we used to....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people from class 5 science1,&lt;br /&gt;does this sound familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is one of the question in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; trial paper.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. i wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i am being labelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; teacher.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what&lt;br /&gt;she said "don't be emo, be elmo"&lt;br /&gt;what the!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i did not write stuff like that on purpose!!&lt;br /&gt;and i, was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; when i was writing it&lt;br /&gt;was just rushing to get my essays done within 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i totally have no faith in guys right now&lt;br /&gt;so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;regard&lt;/span&gt; my best friend as my "life-time companion"&lt;br /&gt;girls, beware!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, after you read this, laugh your head off...&lt;br /&gt;in any way you want.&lt;br /&gt;i have good intention in posting this you know.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to make any of you relax.&lt;br /&gt;so now, laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;laugh like you have never laughed before.&lt;br /&gt;you can even roll on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;make sure you tape it down when you are rolling&lt;br /&gt;and then upload it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure...&lt;br /&gt;there will not be many people who want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;besides,&lt;br /&gt;doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wong&lt;/span&gt; said before,&lt;br /&gt;"laughter is the best medicine."&lt;br /&gt;whatever sickness you are having now&lt;br /&gt;or how SICK you are,&lt;br /&gt;just stand and laugh in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;as you are reading...&lt;br /&gt;don't fell off the chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure it will hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to say something like: "lame , lame, lame...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4183512566667742703?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4183512566667742703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4183512566667742703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4183512566667742703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4183512566667742703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-tried-again-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-9178042116781269665</id><published>2008-10-03T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:48:57.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sometimes i wonder if my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to start my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;own blog&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. many things happened here within these few months. anyway, this blog has became a place for me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;let out my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;. why must any of you interfere my life? can you people just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;leave me alone&lt;/span&gt; and truly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;get the way out of my life&lt;/span&gt;?! don't you have better things to do instead of doing all these to me? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what benefits&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you get&lt;/span&gt; out of this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;joy?........... you are SO mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;some people said they come to my blog to see how pathetic my life is. is my life that pathetic?! i don't think so. i guess &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt; is way more &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nteresting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than any of your life. do you ever have a twist of fate in your life? if i were born in the states, my life would be a completely different story!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;some said i don't have a life. i don't have a life? what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; supposed to mean? am i dead? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;living perfectly&lt;/span&gt; and you said i don't have life. come on, teach me how to live my life so that you won't say i don't have a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i have to&lt;/span&gt; tell you, my life is filled with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sweetness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bitterness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sourness&lt;/span&gt;... oh, it had some spices to make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;live-able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if i study 24/7 and do nothing else then you are eligible to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; i don't have a life, okay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i really have no idea on when &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the war&lt;/span&gt; has begun. whether if it's just the starting point, i don't know. no matter what, i will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;never be at the losing end&lt;/span&gt;. fat hope that you people will win. if you want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;show me your white flag&lt;/span&gt;, come on and show it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i was already not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; with my high school life and life here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;, and you people came here and made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; even more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have to say this, i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hate high school&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!! there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; here for me to miss except my friends. my true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;many of you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;do not know the real me&lt;/span&gt; at all and what i've went through. you think you see the surface then so what? big deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;my life does not become ugly just because the presence of you people. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt; has become more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; because of the supports that i get from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no matter how many of you trying to tear me apart, knock me down, see me fail.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; still be here blogging about what i feel. everything has its &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;limit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;don't push things too far&lt;/span&gt; or you'll be sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;leave me alone&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;give me a break&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i need &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;fresh air&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&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/1089728051873529421-9178042116781269665?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/9178042116781269665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=9178042116781269665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/9178042116781269665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/9178042116781269665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-i-wonder-if-my-decision-to.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5391308855845437754</id><published>2008-09-29T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:53:11.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;after reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;julia's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loooooong&lt;/span&gt; story on her blog, well... i feel like starting mine too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;julia&lt;/span&gt;, don't say i copy you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just following your footstep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay, i shall start with... for your information, i almost became an ABC. don't get me wrong. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not the (ABC, ice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kacang&lt;/span&gt;) that you would crave for when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; is super hot like these few days. i almost became an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;-Born-Chinese. how cool is that. my parents met each other in the states and then the wedding bell rang. and can you believe this? my mum told me that she told my grandmother that she was getting married the very next day. my grandmother had &lt;/span&gt;no &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;idea of who was going to be my mum's husband and she didn't even know that my mum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a boyfriend. thank god my granny didn't get heart attack after receiving the most shocking news to them through the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;will the history repeat again on me?lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i guess no. i don't need a man. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the story continues.... my mum was already 6 and a half months pregnant when my dad decided to come back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. it wasn't easy for her to get a flight ticket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; here. thanks to their much perseverance to come back to malaysia, i became a malaysia citizen. so, they got back and i was born in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;. when i was young my mum used to dress me up like a princess. it was a trend last time. i supposed all our mums dressed their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;daughters&lt;/span&gt; like that last time. now, i see children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;departments&lt;/span&gt; in shopping complexes selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;adult like&lt;/span&gt; clothes. some it's so cute because you can find the latest fashion in children's department which comes in a much smaller size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i used to speak pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; at home. my parents conversed very well in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;slang&lt;/span&gt;. one day, my grandma from dad's side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; i should know how to speak my own mother tongue language-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt;. so i was forced to learn and speak it. it's quite common to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; in KL as most of the people there knows how to speak fluently. it's actually quite useful you know. it's easier to bargain when you speak cantonese in KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt;school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt; for only one year. and i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; remember what was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kinder garden's&lt;/span&gt; name. should be St__________. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt; i don't know what was the last name. my parents decided to send me to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; priamry school because my uncle said "we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;, we must know how to speak and write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;! china is getting stronger and stronger. we must know how to speak our own language." so i was stuck in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; school in KL. i couldn't speak a single&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; word at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; time. before that i was exposed to languages like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;cantonese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hokkien&lt;/span&gt; only. i was very enthusiastic in learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. i forced my parents to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; with me so that my classmates won't laugh at me. i didn't like to let my friends know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; i know how to speak dialect and always pretended that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so so pro in speaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;(which was not true). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's another thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; no problem to go school on the first day. let it be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kinder garden&lt;/span&gt; or primary school. my mum asked if she need to accompany me to school for the first few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; and i would said no. i got so irritated by those parents who waited for their babies outside the class windows every single day of school. it was very annoying for me to see those young kids at my age crying and sobbing on the first day of school. it's only school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i had my first three years of primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt; in KL. then my whole family shifted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. i didn't have a good impression on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; last time. when i was staying in KL i visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; a few times before i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. to a person who stayed in a busy city, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; is so undeveloped and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;" to me. as days passed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; has became one of the big city in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; and many things has also changed for the better. after living here for about 7 odd years, i started to like JB more. at least the traffic jam here is not comparable to KL-which is good. i got a place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Foon&lt;/span&gt; Yew 2 through some help.. i worked hard (not so hard actually =) ) for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;UPSR&lt;/span&gt; examination and i became a student of convent. convent has always been my dream school. if my mum didn't register me to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; school, most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; i will end up in Convent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Nanas, KL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;according&lt;/span&gt; to my cousins, girls there are not very well like by the others.hmmm... and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;according to my chemistry tuition teacher, most people don't like convent girls. i wonder why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my lower secondary school life wasn't that interesting. i was a little hardworking than what i am today though. starting from secondary 3, my life kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a makeover. many things changed and i think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; a bit too. secondary four school life, whoa.... like a roller coaster ride. i learnt, i fall apart.... now, here comes to the last year of high school life. okay, it's only less than 2 months away before high school really ends. this year, my life is full of fakers, hypocrites.... my blog is even full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;spammers&lt;/span&gt;. just leave me alone, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this is only part of my stories. i don't know how my story is going to end though. no one knows theirs. certainly there are things that i prefer to keep it to myself in my secret chamber.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;childhood still remains the best for me. as i grow older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5391308855845437754?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5391308855845437754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5391308855845437754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5391308855845437754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5391308855845437754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-reading-julias-loooooong-story-on.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8209959724491303819</id><published>2008-09-25T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:51:49.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SNuFicnUWUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YzqzGhXSfKE/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249936617473595714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SNuFicnUWUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YzqzGhXSfKE/s200/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what a cute Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i spy with my little eye"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8209959724491303819?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8209959724491303819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8209959724491303819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8209959724491303819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8209959724491303819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-spy-with-my-little-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SNuFicnUWUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YzqzGhXSfKE/s72-c/DSC02620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5075934960905420399</id><published>2008-09-21T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:17:39.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;moved on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;At last I can see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;life has been patiently waiting for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there's no guarentees, but I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When all you can see are the years passing by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have made up my mind that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;those days are gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;now, i'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;today in history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;one year has passed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i' m. che vive felicemente e perfettamente senza voi&lt;br /&gt;私 幸せな&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5075934960905420399?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5075934960905420399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5075934960905420399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5075934960905420399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5075934960905420399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-moved-on-at-last-i-can-see-life-has.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-5743183760070048931</id><published>2008-09-19T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:28:58.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first of all, i do not know what i did in a way that i offended you people. you can't see that i have a life then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so sorry i have to tell you this: I HAVE A LIFE!! if i don't have life then you don't too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;by the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not angry with your words or actions. i will not delete my blog but will rather make it private instead IF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; angry. so far, i do not have the thought of setting my blog private. if i do, you people will not be able to disturb me and i can finally enjoy the peace and tranquility of blogging. the main reason that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still opening this blog to everyone is this, say what you want to say---like i care! i want to see what else you could say about me though. were we that close until you think that you know me so well?? if yes then i feel sorry for myself for trusting the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wrong people. not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;... never ever again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt; the same mistake that i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to comment, fine... but no bad word please. please be reminded that what ever you say will be reflecting your own character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much for visiting my blog and for showing your concern towards my "pathetic" life. i have to tell you this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; living happily ever after with my best friends and family. if you don't have any, don't be envious. if you have, good for you. but please don't say anything about my friends as they really support me through thick and thin. and because of you people, i got to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;realise that there are many people who still willing to help me and support me even though we are not really close friends.&lt;br /&gt;if you think my life is pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;what about yours then? you are leading a perfect life now? are you sure that you can get straight A1s' for trial and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;?are you sure that you can succeed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; you do without going through failure? is your life journey going to be that smooth all along till the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;let me tell you, never be too sure of anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still in the process of growing up. and you are too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-5743183760070048931?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/5743183760070048931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=5743183760070048931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5743183760070048931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/5743183760070048931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-of-all-i-do-not-know-what-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-7565094323830974895</id><published>2008-09-10T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:09:13.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog sphere&lt;/span&gt; is such an IN thing now isn't it? blog is an online journal, the place where you speak up, open up and let out all your thoughts. your thinking for your OWN blog, not others. just take good care of your own business before you interfering others life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really don't know what you people thinking about me out there. just get the way out of my life and especially MY BLOG. stay away from me because i don't need any of your comment you see. and i know where are you people come from. what's the freaking problem now? don't you ever have a life? leave me alone and you'll be blessed. this is my blog! my life, my thoughts , my say... if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; what you said, then you are not as good as you think you are. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; that lousy, then you are nothing better than me, you fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please la... don't pollute the atmosphere of my blog. want to say something then start your own blog and say whatever you like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don't have the time to entertain you people one by one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fakin&lt;/span&gt;' this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fakin&lt;/span&gt;' this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fakin&lt;/span&gt;' this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shut up and let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ciao.. will be sitting for chemistry exam tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-7565094323830974895?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/7565094323830974895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=7565094323830974895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/7565094323830974895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/7565094323830974895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogsphere-is-such-in-thing-now-isnt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-605854440430168375</id><published>2008-09-05T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:46:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Always been the kind of girl that hid my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So afraid to tell the world what I've got to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I have this dream right inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm gonna let it show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's time To let you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is real, this is me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gonna let the light shine on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now I've found, who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There's no way to hold it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No more hiding who I wanna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To dream about a life where you're the shining star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Even though it seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Like it's too far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I have to believe in myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's the only way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is real, this is me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gonna let the light shine on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now I've found, who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There's no way to hold it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No more hiding who I wanna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;this is me-- camp rock ost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-605854440430168375?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/605854440430168375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=605854440430168375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/605854440430168375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/605854440430168375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/09/always-been-kind-of-girl-that-hid-my.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4625752939911866660</id><published>2008-08-25T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:58:19.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i don't really know how to start with.hmm..okay. i... i think (well, quite sure) i saw your car parked at where my bus normally stops. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not mistaken, i remembered your car plate's number. frankly i used to imagine myself sitting at the passenger sit beside you and you drive me around. although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; two days older than you but until now i still haven't take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;undang&lt;/span&gt; test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;you're blessed with all the good stuff around you. you are talented, smart and even get a car way before you actually you get your driving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt;. how many people out there are so lucky? okay, i forgot that you don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in something that called 'luck'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not good enough to fit into your world. i might have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;destroyed it when i hurt you. although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the one who seems to aim for perfection every second, but i don't have a perfect life. somethings are fated to be that way and you just don't have the power to change it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;we seem to be perfect stranger now, don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;i don't know when we will break the silence and get things back to the days when we were still friends. maybe that day will never come at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt; certain things for sure, they are so near to you and yet, so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;i feel your presence , but you are not here as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;there are times that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not okay too. and i don't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i don't like to be such an emotional creature. sometimes i feel like crying, but i don't really know what are the tears for. i know i have survived from heartbreak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and is more emotionally strong. still, i will stare into space and secretly shed my tears without my knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;i don't feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; failed myself yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;because i always know...tomorrow, i will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;i don't expect anything from you but if next time, coincidentally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;and somehow we just meet, i hope you will remember me and say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; is envious with the crafted ring we made for our anniversary. so what? it didn't last though. it's like a thorn in my eyes and i just couldn't bring myself to throw it away. it's filled with good memories and how could i do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;cal said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; missing the memories, not you. i guess so but i wouldn't admit if i do. i will never dare to say i miss those memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everything seems like it happened yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4625752939911866660?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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There are 131 days remaining until the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;today's birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Singer Howie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dorough&lt;/span&gt; (Backstreet Boys) is 35. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rock musician Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stinco&lt;/span&gt; (Simple Plan) is 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;history of today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In 1911, theft of the Mona Lisa was discovered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In 1926, gold was discovered in Johannesburg, South Africa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;if things have not changed and everything is still perfectly fine, yes... this would be the second year's celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;"there will be more anniversaries to come..." yeah, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am happy living&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my happy ending&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;before i sign off, i would like to dedicate a song. okay, well, a lyric to YOU. you said it was our song. and yes, this song tells a lot. reflecting how you felt and how i felt last time. yesteryear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this song, is by &lt;strong&gt;Elliott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yamin&lt;/span&gt; -wait for you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I'm missing you and I'm wishing you would come back through my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You could have let me know&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Girl you could have stayed but you wouldn't give me a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;With you not around it's a little bit more than I can stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And all my tears they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;runnin&lt;/span&gt;' down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why did you turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you that afraid of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is not how you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause I don't know what else I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you think I fine it just ain't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since you called me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be feeling crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How can you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything stays the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just can't do it baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Girl I told you what it is and it just ain't like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why can't you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're still in love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't leave me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby why can't we just, just start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But you're telling me it won't be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you that afraid of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I know it's a lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What you're keeping inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That is not how you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby I will wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; it's the last thing I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;time flies, really fast. i have never thought i could welcome today's coming with open arms. for this, i would like to give myself a pat on my back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really proud and happy of myself. the whole journey all along wasn't great. i had many sleepless nights, lost of appetite, mood swings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;... you name it. i thought i would take up a few years time to let go. but now, here i am, sitting in front of the computer, blogging about it without any constrains. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; totally okay about this. from so-not-okay to this stage, i think i took up a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i guess some of you would say, 'if you really let go and why are you still talking about this?'&lt;br /&gt;i say ' why can't i?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;do not have any doubts against what i said because i 'm confident that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; moved on. totally-utterly moved on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy with my life and already used to feel his absence. i am happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i realised that i do not moan about how terrible is my life and stuff like that anymore. i used to say 'oh god, why, why, why? what happened to me and my life? i want to be happy... i hate my life...' make happiness on your own. bring happiness to your friends and you'll be happy too. high school life is ending soon and we'll reach the next stage of our life. a more challenging and tough journey to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;million thanks to all my lovely friends... especially cal. she puts up my craps and always willing to listen to me on the phone when i was a sober. one day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you'll be fine like me. i hate it when i know how you are feeling now but there is nothing much i can do to help you. cheer up and be strong. saying these and be by your side is the least i could do for you, my dearest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;of course i have to admit that i do have some flashbacks every now and then. why? it's merely because the memories are still fresh on my mind and i have to say, you are still the person who gave such an impact on my life. thank you for all the memories. no matter good or bad, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; help me grow up. i believe that the mistakes from history will make you learn and be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;still, i don't see the point why we should study &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Malaysia's&lt;/span&gt; not-so-factual history. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kedatangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;islam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;asia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tenggara&lt;/span&gt;?? like i care to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;there was a time i saw a break up scene on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. it was really... heart-breaking. it was so much alike to the situation that i faced. and sadly, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;so what? the next day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ME, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;in our lives, we always tend to look back. that is why we always say 'if only...', 'i could do better...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things are still fitting nicely in space, then we are supposed to be on a date and celebrate our second anniversary. nah, no more crap. over means over. let bygones be bygones and no more looking back. now, i will just ignore any disturbance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;' i won't want to say ' i could do it better' on the day i get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;memoir of 22 august... a date that will still hold an important place in my heart for the next 15 years(maybe less). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SK5RwY1ZB6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/2ju5O0JDCso/s1600-h/mem.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237213308420425634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SK5RwY1ZB6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/2ju5O0JDCso/s200/mem.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;god bless &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3066182816857078479?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3066182816857078479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3066182816857078479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3066182816857078479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3066182816857078479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif-22-nd-august.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SK5RwY1ZB6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/2ju5O0JDCso/s72-c/mem.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-2304992530118194922</id><published>2008-08-15T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:02:31.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dah lah, i kena spammed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people, what's your problem now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i say i'm a pro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i say i'm very good in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever, like i care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i live my life and you live yours k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't like then don't bother to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and don't ever pollute my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nak criticise, go somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my blog is not a forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-say what i need to say-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-2304992530118194922?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/2304992530118194922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=2304992530118194922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in addition to yesterday's post, i would like to say this country lack of talented dancer. well, why do i say so? just take a look at the latest season of M&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so you think you can dance then you'll know. they are considered as not bad.. but i don't say that they are qualified to be the favourite dancer in the whole country. even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not a great dancer myself. i only got to learnt it for one year plus and it was like two years ago, i do know something about dancing okay. i think i could do so much better than what i know how to do now if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still attending lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;so you think you can dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                           vs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so you think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you will never want to watch M version again if you do watch A version. M's dancer lack of something that A has. they dance ballroom dance like dancing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; dance only. oh not forgetting, they did perform a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; dance as part of their dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; in the finals. the outfit for ballroom dance supposed to play a big role in the dance, but okay... as you can imagine.. the whole thing is ruined by wearing something that was not attractive at all. where are the shiny little beads or whatsoever little details on the dress? they covered most of their flesh exposing only hands and legs as if they were feeling super cold. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;M's favourite dancer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;she has long legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;she is quite pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;she is flexible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;she has the potential to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;preferitti&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; not checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;preferitti&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; ones&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt;..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry, too much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ahern&lt;/span&gt; yeah. it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; brown's turn and soon to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt; king's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hey!! look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;angmohs&lt;/span&gt;... they can dance a variety of dance so why can't people in country M do the same too? the contestants from &lt;strong&gt;the dance floor&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Singapore's&lt;/span&gt; show, have proven themselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; they succeeded way ahead in front of M. not only in this aspect but in many as well. i shall not say. i think most of you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so i c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; only conclude that M's version of so you think you can dance sucks. i never want to watch it again. the grand final was not as grand as it sounded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and for the chosen one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;every single vote counts. it seemed like she got more than the rest so she got the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;god knows if it was a fair game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.i just love to rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3474111697074807958?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3474111697074807958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3474111697074807958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3474111697074807958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3474111697074807958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-addition-to-yesterdays-post-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8586343644325622892</id><published>2008-08-10T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:02:30.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;to da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; beat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;actually, how many of you out there know that i can dance? i can... to your surprise, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i know i don't look like that type of person.i love dancing. i love hip hop... i starting to love popping now. and guess what.. not many of you know about this though..&lt;br /&gt;i can do break dance..&lt;br /&gt;don't believe? then fine... I'll prove you wrong someday.&lt;br /&gt;today it's the millionth time that i go to CS...again... the same pathetic place in johor bahru.&lt;br /&gt;i met them...&lt;br /&gt;i met those who are from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my dance studio.. soul rhythm(SR). they were performing and promoting their dance.. ugh... i swear as hell i really wanted to go up there and join them and dance to their beat. if only i am still part of the SR family... dancing is something i want to do but i just can't do now. i took the dance lessons for granted when i had the chance to learn. i guess i never learnt how to appreciate things before it's too late. still, until today, I'm making the same mistake from time to time, again and again. when will i learn? i wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886011722979122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SJ7yGkbb1zI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0WMmoU1qOSo/s200/DSC02304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my dance teacher!!! once upon a time... &gt;.&gt; i know he's kind of.... hmmm... fleshy.lol. but he can dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232887240354322322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SJ7zOFb-V5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/tOet7qmDOJs/s200/DSC02302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;if only i were there.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when i have time i'll upload my dance video.. ^^ better visit my blog everyday in case.... there's some surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8586343644325622892?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8586343644325622892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8586343644325622892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8586343644325622892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8586343644325622892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/08/dan-ce-to-da-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SJ7yGkbb1zI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0WMmoU1qOSo/s72-c/DSC02304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8050376424245006034</id><published>2008-07-30T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:15:52.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;autograph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;high school is going to come to an end, so it seems... some of my friends are starting to pass around their autograph book. i hate to have the feeling that i don't want high school to be over. i want it to be over asap... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;yeah, there are only about 104 days more before we sit for our so called major o-level exam. hmm.. o-level doesn't mean anything by now isn't it? without a master or 'Permanent-Head-Damage' (PhD) certificate you can hardly imagining yourself  earning millions or billions in future. there are not many people who will stop continuing their studies at the age of 15 or 17 anymore. in this modernisation world, everything is about qualification and how many certificates do you have. without good academic results or a mountain high of certs, it's kind of hard to apply for scholarships or a  good institution. certs determine all, i supposed. one thing bad my school is that the teachers are SO NOT generous in giving certs. that's not fair isn't it? well, there's nothing i can really do about that. i just got to study hard within this last two and a half months in order to realise my dream to be a cardiologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;healing people's heart is something that i want to do very much, not breaking hearts like some. well, that's not the reason why i want to be a cardio surgeon when i grow up. okay, i'm already a grown up. old enough to think about my future. but what if i fail to realise my childhood dream? i really don't know what i would want to do then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;maybe... marry a rich man and be a tai-tai who goes for high tea in 5star hotel every single afternoon. lol.. i don't think it will ever happen though. i'm a person who aim high in my life and want to achieve high you know. i have no confident in believing others as much as i did last time. human is d-a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s. especially some.... species. they are at every corner of this world, preying the innocent ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;in about 104 days time high school will be over. it might be way faster than that as exams occupy most of the time in the next term. there is no way to enjoy any wonderful last moment in school without having holding your text books or any revision book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;high school, it's something that i both love and hate at the same time. i hate it because i didn't get to enjoy it the way it was supposed to be for everyone. by keeping a low profile is not something that i wanted to do. there's no getting back and start over again for most of the things that has already happened. so now,living with this regret for not giving my very best or participated actively. i can't wait for it to end. i've been wanting to start a new life, you see. a whole new chapter of my life and get rid of those down moments in my life. getting to know new friends, open up and enjoy life... but, friendships might come to an end too.. that's the thing that i afraid the most. we can't foresee future.. i don't know what's going to happen so i can only pray for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;actually, high school is not that bad after all. it's filled with wonderful memories at every corner of the school especially the same classroom that i've been studying for 4years. every year, different people, different story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;going up the staircases every morning, panting... waking up early every morning, struggling to wear my contact lenses, laugh like mad woman with some friends until stomach hurts...i couldn't help but smile at those little things when they flashed across my mind. hmm.. i think i sound like one who's studying in college now, reminiscing the past time in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;and something that i will not forget for the rest of my life is the thorough body checking when i was in secondary one. thanks to that person who stole the money and brought the whole class into trouble. i was being molested by my female teacher in school for that. how sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;when high school ends, it means.... no more canteen food. say cheers to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;which also means... no more keropok lekor. aww.....!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;and i can't see.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;julia and her apple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;mei ping and her pink water bottle accompany by roti jala and keropok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;cal and her 'lock n lock' tupperware with white bread inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;yi th'ng and her bubur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;mok and her white bread with ham inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;sharmini and her rainbow coloured cakes ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;ANYMORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;sob sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;high school never ends??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8050376424245006034?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8050376424245006034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8050376424245006034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8050376424245006034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8050376424245006034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/07/autograph.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8737528469420717990</id><published>2008-07-23T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:52:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you told me that you did foolish stuff to yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's very sad to hear that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i thought you wouldn't do such thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;do you remember how you scolded me for doing that to myself last time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you know it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they won't feel a single pain of what you are going through now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they won't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i doubt they will ever understand us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is how life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love yourself like you told me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;there are many people who are nice around you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;despite the fact that there are many hypocrites around as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; always be here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you know i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you are always the first person that i turn to when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you know you can count on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i truly hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; our friendship will lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's something more practical to dream than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dreaming&lt;/span&gt; an everlasting love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; lost contact with my friends in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and those who are my best friend in primary school here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i don't want the same to happen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;even when we have to go separate ways next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;let's not forget each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;~you'll always be on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.gossip girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8737528469420717990?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8737528469420717990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8737528469420717990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8737528469420717990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8737528469420717990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-6001770076200986038</id><published>2008-07-16T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:10:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;what do you feel when someone  judge your overall personality with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; piece of paper and that piece of paper is actually very important to you? i worth only this much to you? after much i did for your present and stuff, you say i have no creativity??! i have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;? and what you wrote didn't show any sincerity and concern about me or towards anyone! you don't even know me and there you simply judge me by saying something to cover up things. you did the same to almost everyone. hello... we human need recognition for the things we have done, don't we? a little appreciation or comment on that paper is very important. we need you to say something nice about us to ensure our bright future. won't you feel proud if we were a successful woman next time yet we still remember you in our hearts? someone who don't really know me knows me better than you do. what you wrote is totally not fair at all! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. i had an nice image of you but you really spoiled the whole thing now. how could you crapped something like that?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aih&lt;/span&gt;... forget it. at least i'm appreciated by someone else. i don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever need your help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; used to the teaching and studying environment over here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jb&lt;/span&gt;. it's... different. the first day i stepped into this school i was very scared. the seniors were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tigress&lt;/span&gt; to most of us. we scared of seniors to death. but now? time has changed. we are the seniors now and we didn't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to our juniors but the juniors say we bully them. they are so rude. when i was in form 1 i don't do the things that our juniors do. they are so messy and dirty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i never liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt; in the first place. to me, this was a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; and dirty place and with a high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;crime&lt;/span&gt; rate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay... i think i was just being a plain kl people who thinks like that. it's true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kl people are more IN and we're way behind. i belong to part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt; now. it has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... 7 years. time flies. well, i still don't like here. to me, i don't feel that this is where i truly belong. the people here could be so LC. i was a stranger in this place and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a stranger in my own "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;". i can't even recognise the way to my house when i go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go back to continue my studies for my tertiary education. now i don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; where i want to go at all. where should i go and what should i study? what should i do after form 5? the time has come and we have to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;, to anyone who read this post... what do you all think about studying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-6001770076200986038?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/6001770076200986038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=6001770076200986038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6001770076200986038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/6001770076200986038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-you-feel-when-someone-judge.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-6326314304503739024</id><published>2008-07-14T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:13:14.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sorry that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; not been posting anything on my blog lately. sorry that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you clicked on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;URL&lt;/span&gt; but the stuff appeared were the same as before. okay maybe not really the same as i just updated my sidebar not too long ago. but as you can see, there were only old posts that you people out there might not really like it. sorry for wasting your (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;...) 1minute time to wait for my blog to load and appear on your computer screen,trying to find something interesting on my blog but in the end, there was no update on anything. no more tags that flood my so-very-special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tag box&lt;/span&gt;. okay, nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tag box&lt;/span&gt;. it's the classic version and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lazy to customise it. i was just being lame. everyday is the same basic routine that everyone does. eat, sleep, watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;; then eat again, sleep, go online...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to study hard for my chemistry by now as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having a chem quiz thingy on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. but you know, my heart is willing but my flesh is weak. i opened my book... okay, that was a very good starting point to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10 minutes past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still at the very first page of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chapter&lt;/span&gt; 3- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;redox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reaction&lt;/span&gt;. never mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30 minutes gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;still at the second page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then i gave up. i went online or do anything else but study. i think this situation happens to most of you quite often. am i right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... it's normal to be like that, i think. it's just not normal to study 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;back to topic. i had nothing to blog until today. at least there's something that i can rant about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so what's so special about today man? my birthday? ugh... 5 months ago... by the way, i hate to have my birthday at the early of the year. people tend to forget or i always get my birthday present late. i can even get my present 6 months later after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; has passed. dear friends, you all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; know what to do next year! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol &lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay... today is my first flag day duty of the year and my very last flag day of my whole life time, i suppose. *unless i go form6, which is like my very last choice. i was hoping that i will have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt; experience of doing my last duty ever. but sadly, no. it was boring in the first place. the tins are extra heavy this year. today is only the forth day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;. i could say i brought my members to tour the whole jb town in just few hours. from post office to banks. we (okay not 'we'.. it's 'me'. what to do? hungry what) wanted to buy bread from that old but famous bakery shop but the breads all sold off like hotcakes. there was nothing left except banana cake which is good to prevent constipation. we left and walked past the streets that are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; for a good student like me to walk. would you go there for a haircut? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;uhhuh&lt;/span&gt;, you should know what i mean. then we passed by custom and we came to M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;erlin&lt;/span&gt; tower. i remembered my form 2 class teacher saying that we could go there and eat sushi sometime. oh come on, sushi in M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;erlin&lt;/span&gt; tower? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; in M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;erlin&lt;/span&gt; tower, that's more like it! after that we went to CS. yeah, CS again. i wonder how many times i went there within this month. then we went to metro car park, bus station, J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ln&lt;/span&gt; Wong Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fook&lt;/span&gt;.... wow, what an amazing tour. it was darn tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we 'toured' under the sun and in the 'pouring' rain... sweat plus rain water=???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my last duty ever, that's how it was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-6326314304503739024?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4764092811262591819</id><published>2008-07-05T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:56:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;life is not a bed of roses. yeah.. everyone knows that. solutions are at the hand on most occasions, but are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; always easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was weak, once upon a time in my life. i know i have a long way to go so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; live my life to the fullest. i don't want to live with the regret of not completing it and go to the grave thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words won't kill me. i hope mine won't kill you people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being childish and act like an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across this article in the newspaper. it was about a story of a young woman who went to her mother and told her how hard her life was and that she wasn't sure if she was going to make it through. she was tired of struggling and was on the verge of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mother took her to the kitchen, filled two pots with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;water placed each on a high flame. then, she placed carrots into the first pot while eggs into the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty minutes of silence and just watching the contents in the pot boil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she saw her mother turned off the flame and fished out the carrots and eggs and then placed them into separate bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother handed the first bowl to her daughter and asked her to feel the carrots. she did what her mother told her and she noticed that they were soft. the mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; asked her daughter to take an egg and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; it. she did and after peeling off the shell, handed her mother a hard boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what does it mean, mum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;explained&lt;/span&gt; that each of these objects had undergone the same "trial"- that was being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boiled&lt;/span&gt; in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each reacted differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the carrot went in strong, hard and relenting. but in the end it came out softened and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;as for the fragile egg, with its liquid-interior, it's weak and can break easily. however, it became hardened after the ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the mother asked her daughter, "when adversity knocks on your door, how do you want to respond? a carrot or an egg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the carrot that seems strong, but when pain and affliction come, wilts and becomes soft and loses my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; to live on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the egg that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;starts&lt;/span&gt; with a malleable heart and fluid-like spirit that seem to be very weak all the time, but after some crisis in life, becomes somewhat hardened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to be an egg, go forth and live my life like an egg! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my answer. do you have yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4764092811262591819?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4764092811262591819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4764092811262591819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4764092811262591819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4764092811262591819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-not-bed-of-roses.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8160645363172346903</id><published>2008-07-03T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:08:23.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i know there are people who talk about my blog posts behind my back. i really don't know what interested them so much then. it's like becoming a hot topic for people to gossip about.is it so interesting to read my side of story? i don't care what version of story you have heard... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very clear about what i am doing now.. and when i was typing the posts i wasn't drunk or hallucinating. i see something out of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt;. guys are acting much like a girl, gossiping about other people. in just one day i don't know how many 'constructive' tags &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got. if you find it so not interesting and you don't like it, then don't read! i didn't ask you to. some friends asked me to change my blog into a private blog. to me, it's not really necessary to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. you wanna say something? you wanna criticise me? go ahead.. i would like to hear from you. a way of improving myself is by getting feedback from other people. as a blogger, and the owner of this blog, i can say anything i want. not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pointing finger at that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; person by saying out their real name. if i offended anyone of you then i apologise for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. i might have made a wrong conclusion or a wrong statement, but they are just my point of view. you may or may not agree with me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not pointing a gun at your head to force you to agree with me. we tend to judge people by their cover. it's something that most people do. some did without realising it themselves. how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; of you never have the thought of being racist or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;judgemental&lt;/span&gt;? to me, it's a human nature. i know it's not good and we have to try to avoid doing it. there are many words of wisdom and blah blah blah... it helps, it inspires people. still, we human are always not so easily influenced by words. no matter how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;-thinking you are, there are times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; you feel down and filled with negative thoughts. emotions control us instead the other way round. we have to stand up and be strong when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;i fight hard.&lt;br /&gt;it's a heavy burden for me if i don't voice out my opinion! it's so annoying to keep those things that frustrated me very much in my heart and have nowhere to let them out. with so many things happened in daily life, i learn how to be mentally strong day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8160645363172346903?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8160645363172346903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8160645363172346903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8160645363172346903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8160645363172346903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-there-are-people-who-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3342195978873540408</id><published>2008-07-01T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:40:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chua's&lt;/span&gt; friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i may or may not know you. you were trying to knock some sense into my head but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still insisting on my own point of view very much. this is my blog. i don't write about political affair,i don't write random stuff... i write about what i feel, what i think and my point of view of the things i see or hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on my way finding peace and tranquility. but before this i will have to sort things out. i was getting okay and happily living my life. it's just the things i saw reminded me of the stuff that i intended to forget so hard. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to be more optimistic about the happenings in my life. i have friends who face the things that i went through. i give them a piece of my mind and my fullest support. i totally understand what they are going through right now. i have to advice people so that they don't fall into the same pathway as i did. you can say i don't have what it takes to advice people. i know i did mistakes and not perfect a person. well, who is perfect in this world? i always aim for perfection. my notebook or exercise book are not perfectly done. i don't always do my homework. but if you see the time i spent on my project or maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jahitan&lt;/span&gt; work that i had to do in form1 and 2, then you will know that i ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; and perfection. so, i was too much last time in asking someone to changed and be my perfect man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when it comes to studies, i don't remember so clearly and so much about the things i read. however, i will remember most of the things that people said or done to me. if you ask me, i can tell you the events &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; happened according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chronology&lt;/span&gt; very well. i remember digits super well, so i remember dates. i dislike about this '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt;' though. how nice if everything can 'easy come, easy go'? i remember too much. i want to forget but it takes a long time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i can't wait for my secondary school life to be over. to me, i feel that i can seriously start afresh once i get out of school. a new me. a new soul. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very prepared for what's coming into my life in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Was being so close ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i loved you with all my heart and soul. i guess it was never enough. i was very naive then. maybe you actually helped me grow up indirectly. everyone is wearing a masque. i came to realise that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And watching you walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the major breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;What could have been ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i never thought of all these before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Is what I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;’ to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[rascal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;flatt's&lt;/span&gt; what hurts the most]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;a song that i used to cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i hear it.hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; such a crying baby. i know i cried a lot too when we were together. all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; tears... *sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;what has happened has already happened. i can do nothing about it. still, thanks for the memories. the good and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;goes on, I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I want to take this time out to apologize for things that I've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And things that haven't occurred yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And things that they don’t want to take responsibility for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry, blame it on me- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3342195978873540408?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3342195978873540408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3342195978873540408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3342195978873540408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3342195978873540408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-chuas-friend-i-may-or-may-not-know.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3626167351741560715</id><published>2008-06-30T15:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:58:53.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i start to love the header of my blog pretty much now. funny thoughts about life's crazy happenings huh? yeah... life is so crazy.. maybe it's just my life. life? sigh. what do you know about life? we are asked to enjoy life.. but how am i supposed to enjoy mine? especially when so many things happened to me in such a short time. life is like a roller coaster ride. i don't say it's a thrilling one cause i don't enjoy the process and those moments. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only 17, why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; i be drowned with all the problems in my life? problems, problems, problems... one after another.all my friends asked me not to think. is it possible? it's a hard thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;when i first started this blog... i wanted it to be colourful and filled it with all the positive thoughts... but now... everyone says it's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i didn't know it turned out this way though.. i just let out whatever that's in my head now... it's the stuff that happened to me.. it's my feelings... the real me... it's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; right now. it's my complicated life. sometimes i feel that it's so unfair.. why do i have to go through so much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; the rest? why can't i have a carefree life? well, i think it was my decisions that lead me living this way. i didn't volunteer for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;there's like 99% of let go and 1% of holding back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i don't miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i don't love you anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sometimes the images of us just flashed across my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the good and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the memories replaying inside my head like a movie trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;every single word you said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;every move you took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;every hugs and kisses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the memory of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;is playing in my head all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SGiisfpZjbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GIpISZ06BMc/s1600-h/broken+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217599053601803698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SGiisfpZjbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GIpISZ06BMc/s200/broken+heart.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;for almost 6 months..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i cried myself to bed every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;do you even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt; the fact that you don't belong to me or anyone else anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i started to let go and treat you like a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but where were you then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you said you would be here for me as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you just turned away and stopped talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i was getting used to yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; i read something unexpected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;just two days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but after 10 months that it actually happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;now i know why you didn't want to be with me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i asked you, my friends asked you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but you said everything is not important to you anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"it's not just that. that's not the problem now" , you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;now i know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it was her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;there are times that i still wonder of your welfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt; to know mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;do you still remember that i was your... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never mind.whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be in your prayer forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the statement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be changed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i guess you forgotten most of the pasts already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the things i gave to you are already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i always thought you were different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but you are just one of a kind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;all of you are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;whatever promises ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;all are bullshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;within two years, there are people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;who call me nasty names, who betrayed me, who cheated me, who pretended to be friend with me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tired.. why is human so scary? in two years time, i experienced love, joy, heartbreaks, gossips about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;god, help!!! save me, free me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;heal me... i just want a simple life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i don't want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; all these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i only need my friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;how i wished there is people in this world who can clear my memory just by touching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;head like the guy in Heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;just by a touch... then, all my scary encounters will be gone. for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sigh... what makes life interesting then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; supposed to enjoy my teenage years.. not by fretting over with all the problems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; for loving you too much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SGiiMMvkDJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/d2fimOOAdG8/s1600-h/g%C3%85l%27s_R%C3%BAl%C3%A8Z083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217598498771569810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px" height="108" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SGiiMMvkDJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/d2fimOOAdG8/s200/g%C3%85l%27s_R%C3%BAl%C3%A8Z083.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and for putting all the blames on myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the cuts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;good thing they are not visible at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; regret more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;that day i saw your sister in school, i was wondering whether to say hi or not. in the end i did.. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;don't know what you've told her and what she thinks about me. not important to me though.&lt;br /&gt;just thought that i should say hi since i was walking past her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3626167351741560715?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3626167351741560715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3626167351741560715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3626167351741560715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3626167351741560715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-start-to-love-heading-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SGiisfpZjbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GIpISZ06BMc/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4084149930953161653</id><published>2008-06-29T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:09:14.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jigoku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shoujo's&lt;/span&gt; website really exists, i will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt; to key in your name and send you to hell. you think you deserved to be in heaven?after much said and done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i know it's not right to have a grudge against anyone. but.. is it right for you to put me in this type of situation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;treating&lt;/span&gt; me that way then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you tore my heart into pieces... did you ever think of the way you treated me after i was down-graded to your friend lists? well, we might not be friends right now. i swear... i don't forgive and forget that easily. you have no reasons for me to forget all your bad and remembering your good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were my reason to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were my guardian angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were my tissue paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were my ears, my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you protected me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you shed my tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you hold me firm and strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were my reason to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you were the one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you scarred my heart, my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you took my happiness away, living me in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you took your words away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you walked away, leaving me crying so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;but who heard me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the one who had the magical power to stop me from crying is the one who made me cry so badly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i know... i made mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;i know... i hurt you in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;but if our love was that strong why wouldn't you give me a second chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;how could you bear to let me suffer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;how did you feel when i was crying so badly on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;when you cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;what was the reason that make you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;was it because you forced yourself to let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;or was it because you felt guilty about breaking your promises?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;or you felt guilty about finding someone that you were quite interested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you might be very happy that you were free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and that i said it out of fit of anger at the right moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and at the right time... you found someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;so you didn't have to say it to me in the very end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i did the job for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;you broke my heart into thousand of pieces, i mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;you broke all the promises that you once made, okay never mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;you said nasty things to me,bearable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;you treated me coldly, never mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;you stop treating me as your friend, i don't really mind. then, it was you who said you hate that many couples become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enemy&lt;/span&gt; after they broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;what exactly were you thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;and i just realised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; that happened long ago... i felt so angry after reading it. i felt stupid and foolish and angry cause i only happened to find out the reasons now. no wonder you treated me like that. no wonder you two went out. no wonder you started messaging her. no wonder............ no more wondering. the posts tell me the tale of you and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i was already disgusted by her since 2 years ago in tuition. i felt like throwing bad eggs at her now. for him, i really feel like giving him a rude awakening on his face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love is simple and yet can be complicated at times. it's like doing a 5000 pieces puzzle. it's hard to get the right piece and it takes a long long time to get the final piece. even though you get the final piece, you might not be able to hold or secure them in their places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i was told, girls tend to be more mature than guys and guys will only be more mature as they grow older. well, it's very true. they don't know us, girls well...never will they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just a normal girl-an emotional creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;is love and be loved in return a very difficult thing to do?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4343301139986707007</id><published>2008-06-28T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:48:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hey blog, you are one month old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$0&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt;imE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;Re Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n0 NeXt t!Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sec&lt;/span&gt;OnD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ch&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AN&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No ti&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME o&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;!me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;$..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;. iT&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S N&lt;/span&gt;oW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or NEv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm gonna be hardworking&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm gonna study like a nerd&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*as if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm gonna do well&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;i can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;never accept failure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; no matter how often it visits you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;keep on going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;never give up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4343301139986707007?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4343301139986707007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4343301139986707007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4343301139986707007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/4343301139986707007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/06/0-met-ime-t-he-re-is-n0-next-tme-no-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-8606952320232714627</id><published>2008-06-20T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:49:41.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*don't ever give people names.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[Four letter word just to get me along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's a difficulty and i'm biting on my tongue and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I keep stalling, keeping me together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;People around gotta find something to say now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Holding back, everyday the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't wanna be a loner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Listen to me, oh no I never say anything at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But with nothing to consider they forget my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(ame, ame, ame) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'Hell' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'Stacey' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'her' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'Jane' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'quiet girl' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But i'm a riot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mary, Jo, Liza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I miss the catch if they throw me the ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm the last chick standing up against the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So alone all the time and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lock myself away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Listen to me, i'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Although i'm dressed up, out and all with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Everything considered they forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(ame, ame, ame) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'Hell' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'Stacey' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'her' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'Jane' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They call me 'quiet girl' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But i'm a riot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mary, Jo, Lisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's not my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Are you calling me darling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Are you calling me bird? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Are you calling me darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Are you calling me bird? ..............]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that's not MY name, by the Ting Tings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-8606952320232714627?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/8606952320232714627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=8606952320232714627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8606952320232714627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/8606952320232714627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-ever-give-people-names.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-2421224685858909469</id><published>2008-06-13T17:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:18:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at times&lt;br /&gt;i feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the real me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..BACK THEN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was studying in kl,&lt;br /&gt;i was not the quiet one in class.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i talked to my friends non stop and teachers had to give me a stern look to shut me up.&lt;br /&gt;they always complained to my parents about my noisiness and they even wrote that in my report card as the comment. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;when teacher asked questions, i always be the first one to answer their questions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there was no problem with me talking in class.&lt;br /&gt;i sat with a group of good friends..&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;my best friend was the smartest girl in the school.&lt;br /&gt;other people claimed that my hand-writing was the nicest in the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;i had never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; my teachers and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;i took part and won in many competitions.&lt;br /&gt;i was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;athlete&lt;/span&gt; (believe it or not)&lt;br /&gt;i was always the top 5 in my class.&lt;br /&gt;school life was fun, interesting and carefree then..&lt;br /&gt;i loved to go to school and always hated holidays very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpected things happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..NOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friends..&lt;br /&gt;they are in the class next door.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;are we still best friends?&lt;br /&gt;do they think the same way as me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;are they each other's best friend except me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;my studies..&lt;br /&gt;it's not good enough compare to other people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like i deserve to be there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly talk in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; one of the quiet ones.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not hardworking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i don't study like a nerd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i can't help for feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; about not studying hard enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i have quite an interesting life&lt;br /&gt;i do have friends in my class..&lt;br /&gt;but i don't have a gang of friends in class like i used to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i had trouble with finding partner for project or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;when i went to the class on the first day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i wonder if there was an extra place for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;whenever teacher is not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i talk, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i don't have a gang of friends to talk about the stuff that i know.&lt;br /&gt;when i feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; out of their topic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then i '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;siam&lt;/span&gt;'(went away) and find other friends to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i hate being like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the same thing happens everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i feel out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; gang always talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Taiwanese&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; drama which i have no idea on what they are conversing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have friends who have been my classmates for five years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;since form 1 till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i don't know what i can do to start a conversation with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we're like from different world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like not very welcome to enter their world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i don't belong to anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;being alone and the odd one in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not really that odd and that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but this is what totally opposite compare to my school life in kl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i really don't enjoy my secondary school life as what other people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i can't wait for it to ends actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i desperately need a new environment to start a new life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there is only a few months left before secondary school life is really over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i don't think there's anything for me to rememnisce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shall i continue living like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;suffocating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wanted to make myself comfortable in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my best friends who know me are not here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they are busy people unlike me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my loved one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;was one of the busiest people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was why i felt more lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i couldn't ask my friends to spend more time with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so i demanded more time from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that's one of the reason why i failed to have him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the selfishness i had lead me to a major breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;for the people who don't know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they don't understand how i feel at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;who truly knows how i feel on the inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they give me nasty name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;am i an alien from outer space and anyhow ended up being here just to be left out by the rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired for having all these to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i tried so hard to swallow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and keep all of it in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i thought i could survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i always needed someone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someone who cares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; alright but actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;do they know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;can they see it in my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they don't understand how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no matter how many words i put to describe my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they will never truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and i close my eyes and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think of my grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even though they have gone for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i feel that they are the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;who knows me and who will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; me no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i still remember their smiles and their looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;do i always have to live on memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i search for the way i should live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;still.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;is it too much to want somebody who is trustworthy and nice to talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;`0nLy tHe l0NelY`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-2421224685858909469?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/2421224685858909469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=2421224685858909469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2421224685858909469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2421224685858909469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-something-is-amiss.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-2831021330590326547</id><published>2008-06-05T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:26:43.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pollut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ion in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;soci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-sound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pollution,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pollution&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;morality... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;some people's life is that sad.they have nothing better to do but to spread &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gossips&lt;/span&gt; or rumours about other people. and most of it is not true. (hate it! it's a kind of sound pollution!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;they add water, vinegar,pepper, or whatsoever to the fact and twist and twist and twist. they think they know a lot and that they are so great. hey let me tell you, those people are no one but plain loser in the end. they think they can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defeat&lt;/span&gt; you by words. hell, i gotta tell you..all of you. no words can bring me down so easily. i might be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; or a little troubled at times.. still, i will be strong. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think you can bring me down by words and all the sayings then you are totally wrong. this will make me even stronger, by the way. i always know when to pull myself up. you can fool or influence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; people by what you say , not the friends who truly know me though. you can't do something like that just to make my friends stop believing in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i pity those people very much. their life must be so sad and that they have to say or do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; people in order to "entertain" themselves. and about it, i don't feel like defending myself. let them do what ever they want...as long as they are happy. being happy is about bringing happiness to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; people, right?( if it meant this way) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt; about those things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; will affect my life now. i live well, do well...i have my conscience... i know who i am better than anyone else. you don't have the right to judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;their mind, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; body, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;should be sterile with saline water..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if it's not powerful, then use holy water..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i think it works..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;those people are sinfully sinned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we always have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;be careful&lt;/span&gt; with the people around us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FRIEND or FOE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you never knew their true faces until quite some time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you never knew who will betray you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;even if she/he is your best and closest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;homo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sapien&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it's the one who complicates life and makes the world so hard live and makes some people hard to fit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOR DISC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;USSION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;no one has a right to judge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;anyone because in any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;religion,it is God and God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;alone who determines all,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;and the right to abrogate the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;has not been given&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-2831021330590326547?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/2831021330590326547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=2831021330590326547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2831021330590326547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/2831021330590326547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/06/pollut-ion-in-soci-ety-sound-pollution.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-3709434928301078745</id><published>2008-06-04T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:41:43.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;are you sure there's 24 hours today?&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being lame here.&lt;br /&gt;everyday has 24 hours..&lt;br /&gt;but why does today seem to be so much shorter than usual day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies when you're having fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;see, i only got 4 hours of sleep yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;why in the hell i'm still so energetic?&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to feel sleepy by now..&lt;br /&gt;but hell,&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i don't feel sleepy at all!&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having insomnia!&lt;br /&gt;it's not the first time for me...&lt;br /&gt;everery holiday break..&lt;br /&gt;i suffer from this symtom.&lt;br /&gt;it's so terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;went out with julia, yi th'ng and calista just now.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i got to tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;something happened.&lt;br /&gt;it was SO embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;actually..&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be talking about it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we forgot to pay after having lunch at Summer.&lt;br /&gt;we were happily walking out without noticing it..&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;a girl went up to me and she asked if we paid for the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i froze there&lt;br /&gt;my cerebrum was abit malfunction at that time..&lt;br /&gt;it took me long enough to interpret what she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was so embassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;imagine someone come up to you and ask you to pay for the lunch that you DON'T REMEMBER to pay?! &gt;,&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*good thing there was not any junior nearby us.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;otherwise&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't imagine otherwise...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not satisfied!!!! we had not enough time to shop ... *groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SEaaQRNBwOI/AAAAAAAAADM/0p3jGW4TwGA/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208019623387185378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SEaaQRNBwOI/AAAAAAAAADM/0p3jGW4TwGA/s320/DSC01698.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brownie&lt;/span&gt; made by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt; friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda hard to bite but it tastes nice..&lt;br /&gt;so sweet and it almost melted me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx. always can't get enough of food. xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-3709434928301078745?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/3709434928301078745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=3709434928301078745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3709434928301078745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1089728051873529421/posts/default/3709434928301078745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-sure-theres-24-hours-today-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ René€ ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SzHdf5vcdpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VVnF7FzDxpI/S220/teddy_bear_cloud_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGgzZ-fipNE/SEaaQRNBwOI/AAAAAAAAADM/0p3jGW4TwGA/s72-c/DSC01698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089728051873529421.post-4641919919460432050</id><published>2008-06-02T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:41:27.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unworthiness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;unw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sometimes i really can't help but feel sad,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; and bitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;okay..i did say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; become a better person and so on... but after all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; human with feelings. i can't help but feel sad when sadness comes,feel bitter when bitterness is there,feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all the while i claim that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so optimistic about things and ready to accept changes as challenges.i can't help to feel lousy about myself at times though. i can't help to think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;failure in everything i do. i don't know how to suppress myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sad, i cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy, i smile... it's that simple for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if everything has to happen for a reason, and if only the reason behind it is that simple. when we're sad, we tend to cry. and the reason we feel disappointed is when there is disappointment. these are the reasons that make us emotionally unstable. but why does disappointment happen?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;why do sadness and bitterness as well as loneliness come along? i don't understand. what are the reasons that make them happen? "am i not good enough?", i keep asking myself... what's the hidden truth? i wished i knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everything seems to be so complicated. am i the one who complicate all these all the time? am i being paranoid again? paranoia drives me nuts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very confused. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; always in the state of denial. when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; down, it's really hard not to avoid and run away. every action takes courage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to do...and the determination. and most of the time it's easier to say than actually walk the talk. -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; such a good example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;all i know is.. i could do so much better &lt;em&gt;if and only if&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; given a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;few hours ago i was proudly thinking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; become more mature and more grown up. but few hours later, i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still the girl who needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nourishment&lt;/span&gt; and love.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1089728051873529421-4641919919460432050?l=wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherelifebegins-after-the-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/4641919919460432050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1089728051873529421&amp;postID=4641919919460432050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='applic
