<?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-17577080</id><updated>2012-02-01T15:09:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..::eternity::..</title><subtitle type='html'>"enjoy Lif3 
whil3 yOu are STill aliv3"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-6718240621481509843</id><published>2009-09-03T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:49:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A relationship has always been and will always be a two person thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A non platonic one is more than &lt;em&gt;simply&lt;/em&gt; being infatuated. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My &lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt; is, never get into a relationship if you cannot&lt;em&gt; afford&lt;/em&gt; one cuz, bear in mind that you are always affecting the other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377193879319358338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp-hV_k8K4I/AAAAAAAAAmg/isI6eSsQpZE/s400/puppy%2520love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-6718240621481509843?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/6718240621481509843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=6718240621481509843' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6718240621481509843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6718240621481509843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2009/09/relationship-has-always-and-will-always.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp-hV_k8K4I/AAAAAAAAAmg/isI6eSsQpZE/s72-c/puppy%2520love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3273003197599837496</id><published>2009-09-02T18:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:52:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally had time to stiched up these photoes =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp5HvW6pVTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/a3jz5srpeco/s1600-h/stiched+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376813884057933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp5HvW6pVTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/a3jz5srpeco/s400/stiched+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santorini, Greece I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp5GxBWw3II/AAAAAAAAAmI/7V-jGmhs1NM/s1600-h/stiched+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376812813118397570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp5GxBWw3II/AAAAAAAAAmI/7V-jGmhs1NM/s400/stiched+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santorini, Greece II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376813424020324706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp5HUlJIgWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xzJDLu976Sc/s400/stiched+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp5GH9P2T5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/bNGoTsuqX5w/s1600-h/stiched+1+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rome, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-3273003197599837496?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3273003197599837496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3273003197599837496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3273003197599837496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3273003197599837496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Sp5HvW6pVTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/a3jz5srpeco/s72-c/stiched+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4740129302283702488</id><published>2009-09-01T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:11:18.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Russell: "We would sit by the curb and I would count the blue cars and he would count the red ones!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Carl casted a rather apathetic look. Russell continued, with less excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;"And whoever that has the highest number, well...wins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;"I miss that curb."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Russell looked down. His default smile was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;"This may sound boring to you. But somehow the boringest things are the things I remembered the most."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-4740129302283702488?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4740129302283702488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4740129302283702488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4740129302283702488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4740129302283702488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2009/09/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-127719173587839656</id><published>2009-08-29T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:01:51.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title - there really isnt a suitable title for this one. Even if there is, it will be annoyingly superficially imposing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It's a vicious cycle. It really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;There are days when something signicantly great or downright soul depressing happened and you are excited/fumed enough to tell yourself, I am gonna write about this, be it publicly or privately by any means, for various purposes but mainly to remind yourself that little fraction of that phase of your life. Comical enough to make you laugh like a child, sad enough to maybe make you more appreciative of the quotidian life you are living, or eventful enough to make your life change 180 and make you look at things from (a) completely different angle(s) , all these occurences seem worthy enough for me to pen down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;But it never happened. At least it has not for a very long time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I sat to ponder about the different reasons. Perhaps I have grew tired of writing. Perhaps I listened too much to this little voice at the back of my head telling me ' You know what, you'll nv forget this, not at least before you grow old enough to have your memory fail you, so why bother? ' . But there's this other voice that tells me ' You know you enjoy reading about your own, albeit limited interesting past. This is for your own pleasure. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The former won, obviously. And for obvious reason I should say, and that reason has, well, pretty much everything to do with the last reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Sheer laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It's not hard for you to guess what I am gonna say next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Au revoir =) Hope it wont be too long till my next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;ps: I have a valid excuse to sign off. Slipped disc isnt a very pleasant thing, not when you cant even bear sitting for a few minutes. Nasty stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-127719173587839656?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/127719173587839656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=127719173587839656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/127719173587839656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/127719173587839656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-title-there-really-isnt-suitable.html' title='No title - there really isnt a suitable title for this one. Even if there is, it will be annoyingly superficially imposing.'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5764185387200282775</id><published>2009-02-23T07:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:57:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what sucks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you don't fit in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what sucks even more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you really wanted to fit in&lt;/strong&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/17577080-5764185387200282775?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5764185387200282775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5764185387200282775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5764185387200282775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5764185387200282775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-what-sucks-when-you-dont-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5670439760461267737</id><published>2009-02-07T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T04:09:39.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am sorry I took so long&lt;br /&gt;I took too long in fact&lt;br /&gt;I will carry &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt; too&lt;br /&gt;For they are meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;Till eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a good thing that I am not staying at the room that you used to look up to. It will remind me too much of you, too much of us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you to bits too&lt;/span&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/17577080-5670439760461267737?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5670439760461267737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5670439760461267737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5670439760461267737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5670439760461267737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-sorry-i-took-so-long-i-took-too.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8041473398068874192</id><published>2008-10-08T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:38:58.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so amazed at how some people can be so patient dealing with erratically disturbed soul, like mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much. I would not have made it if it wasn't for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you.&lt;/strong&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/17577080-8041473398068874192?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8041473398068874192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8041473398068874192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8041473398068874192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8041473398068874192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-amazed-at-how-some-people-can.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-1444185938893898111</id><published>2008-09-15T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:53:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This feeling is simply&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;I will need to be patient and sit still while trying to suppress that orchestral buoyancy running through every part of my body.&lt;br /&gt;No overstatement here&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I am saving this piece of rambling on my microsoft outlook draft and posting it when I go home is because i&lt;br /&gt;simply cant wait&lt;br /&gt;See, there are quite a few things that I can't do with the internet my workplace provides. Namely facebook-ing, blogging, and even checking yahoo mails.&lt;br /&gt;That should explain pretty well why I have been quite out of touch with almost everyone and have lost track of who's leaving, who has already left, and who is still in Malaysia, those pelting me with their usual kvetch of my MIA&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bed so much.&lt;br /&gt;It's time that I re-connect with it before I bid adieu in two weeks time&lt;br /&gt;chao~&lt;br /&gt;Penang here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Erm, should be Ice Kacang here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;weEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;confession made 12th September 2008&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/17577080-1444185938893898111?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/1444185938893898111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=1444185938893898111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1444185938893898111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1444185938893898111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-feeling-is-simply-awesome-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-6843665566184387216</id><published>2008-09-08T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:28:08.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon the doorsill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have once tried placing my palms on the side of a kettle.&lt;br /&gt;I did not let go until steam started gushing out the spout and making that familiar whistling sound. IT was after series of short saccades that I started to feel a burning sensation and sprinted for the tap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I was being a kid and this is one of the many things kids do when they are braced for just about anything and too young to apperceive. But of course they don't repeat the same mistake. They learn fast, and they learn well too. Adults on the other hand not only repeat, they ditto them for umpteen times, or for as long as before their senses get back to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, being twenty one can be rather confusing. You are somehow neither here nor there.I am not very fond of being part of the huddle that lacks the learning capability of a mere toddler. But part of me wants to grow up, to what I have no idea, but I want to break free from what I have been for the past 21 years. I thirst for a change. But that change I might not like, I'm afraid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary part is I have already lost that basic mentality of not repeating mistakes. Nor am I entitled the simplistic thinking that the young minds enjoy. I hardly question and I have learned to accept, probably more than I should. I know where I could be heading and yet a solid wall is where I 'aim' for, reluctantly yet not unintentionally. One thing that kids did not learn about was luck, chances. They don't depend on luck nor wait for good chances. They gauge using only their limited past experiences and common sense. Kids don't believe in fairy tales, adults do. In fact adults hinges on them, so much so that they are too blind to judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they are just too tired. You do not gain but lose alot of freedom when you cross that threshold to adulthood. The freedom of being nonsensical, annoyingly inquisitive, gibberish, mischievous, but somehow adorable. The freedom of taking risks but not bearing much of the consequences. The freedom of having no responsibilities and making no pivotal decisions. The freedom of not being judged too much and ah, whatnot. And to lose all that permanently? They do need some fairy tales I reckon. Miracles might be the only thing that could render the hope and the security they need so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get tired too fast. It's gonna be a long journey.&lt;/strong&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/17577080-6843665566184387216?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/6843665566184387216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=6843665566184387216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6843665566184387216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6843665566184387216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/09/upon-doorsill.html' title='Upon the doorsill'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4406086892616202396</id><published>2008-06-27T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:03:30.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just how on earth is it possible to even HIT a puppy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dogs in klang are losing very quickly their freedom to wander around thanks to these monstrous worse-than-cannibals idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foreign workers eating dog meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLANG: Stray puppies are ending up as meals for foreign construction workers keen on reducing their food bills.&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian construction worker Wagang Saring said the high prices of food and the need to send as much money to families back home had forced him and his friends to eat pooches.&lt;br /&gt;“Puppies are the best as their meat is tender,” said the 37-year-old Saring. “The meat gives us energy to work at construction sites. Three puppies will do for five men.”&lt;br /&gt;Saring was approached by The Star at a petrol kiosk in Bukit Tinggi after he was seen hitting a puppy with a piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;He knocked out the puppy with two blows and carried it back to his kongsi where his friends had already built a fire.&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Indonesian worker Marcel Jeheta, 30, said the large number of stray dogs in Klang provided ample supply of meat.&lt;br /&gt;Jeheta, who comes from Flores Island, said dog meat was a popular source of protein back home.&lt;br /&gt;“Dog meat is widely eaten in Flores Island and we continue the practice in Malaysia,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;A check around the construction site found many dogs, mostly females, that appeared to have littered recently . But there were no puppies in sight.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaner Suriyati Norsalim, 40, from central Jawa, was quick to point out that only some Indonesians ate dog meat.&lt;br /&gt;“Only those from Flores Island, who are not Muslims, and some non-Muslim Bataks (from Sumatra) eat dog meat,” she added.&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese Nguyen Thi Thu, 25, who works at a factory in Klang, said she noticed her countrymen eating more dog meat recently.&lt;br /&gt;She said dog meat was a popular delicacy in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;Animal welfare activist Sabrina Yeap said dog eating was gaining momentum among foreign workers because there was no law against it. “It is not illegal and so no action can be taken against those who do so,” she added.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, who manages the canine sanctuary Furry Friends Farm, said it was time the Government banned dog eating as it involved inhumane killing methods.&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/17577080-4406086892616202396?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4406086892616202396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4406086892616202396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4406086892616202396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4406086892616202396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/06/stopppppppppppp.html' title='STOPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8705239904116118133</id><published>2008-05-17T05:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:17:20.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The guilt of not having done much this week and the fact that my exam is on monday plus the panic I was in after the econs lecture kinda made me so determined to work hard tonight. But..but...distraction came knocking on my door as usual. Aha. Since I can't possibly get much done with ppl a few doors away having par-tay(post exam party that is) and blasting their stereo, the idea of working hard tonight? Hmm..let's just say that didn't even come up in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out some random videos on youtube and I just discovered something I should have ages ago!! I know ppl got famous from youtube but i nv know these ppl exist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, I knew bout marie digby and her cover of umbrella and her very catchy song, say it again, but I never knew she got famous from youtube! There are a couple of other very nice songs that she wrote. Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_g5ZaV7ueAs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss invisible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; , it totally blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then found Miaarose. A girl born in Wimbledon. Pretty talented. I especially love her nice and easy version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwPP81LDt_o&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your body is a wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; by john mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen. THEN. This girl, Esmee is so freaking good!! She is pretty famous now I guess ( only ppl like me are so darn outta touch with any latest newz), given that she was opening for JT for his european tour. Her version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69Grnh7Qin8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; is quite good I would say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cndPHeBiM3s&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unwritten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; 's not bad as well, though i still think natasha's voice goes best with the song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Marie with her angelic voice( and her sweet angelic face), Mia with her powerful voice and Esmee with her very soulful voice. Wow, I've got lots to add to my ipod now, haven't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Rather productive night. Except that my revision is (seriously)goin down the drain. Whatever lah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/17577080-8705239904116118133?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8705239904116118133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8705239904116118133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8705239904116118133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8705239904116118133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/05/guilt-of-not-having-done-much-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3345693906719174742</id><published>2008-05-08T05:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T06:03:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" You are going back that soon??!! But you just went back!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gone home just somehow makes you feel rather dearer to and long for that wholesomeness that only home can provide. It makes you more homesick by reminding you how just magicallly wonderful it feels to be home. Even though it's just spending time idling around the house. I have finally come to realise that these rather less salient things in life are the best, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;simplicity&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197759744033029474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SCIm8sLp_WI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VWEdgk2aI_Q/s400/toby+5.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/17577080-3345693906719174742?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3345693906719174742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3345693906719174742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3345693906719174742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3345693906719174742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-going-back-that-soon-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SCIm8sLp_WI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VWEdgk2aI_Q/s72-c/toby+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-6201474345291648396</id><published>2008-05-06T20:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:37:49.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got back from school for the three hours break with the sole intention to get some good rest that was badly needed due to the damage caused by my extremely disordered sleeping pattern and this was what I found when i was about to throw myself on the bed after entering the room and chucking possibly everything aside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE HER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She moved everything from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197240528991595698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SCBOuZbOrLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XVHAOaaUN04/s400/DSC02593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;to here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197240322833165474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SCBOiZbOrKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/w3AkWcwvbxs/s400/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i could see droplets of water on my printed notes and my econs text&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This silent but on-going war between me and the latino lady has been heating up ever since I got back to london a week or so ago, after finding my room full of dust and pollens all because of her opening my window wide open for one blardy month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never underrate what those little things can do to your room. They are way worse than dust actually, especially those that just stick mulishly onto your carpet and when someone only uses less than 30 seconds to vacuum your whole room, you're bound to live with them for quite some time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197241186121592002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SCBPUpbOrMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/F3tGGy974Yo/s400/DSC02596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am gonna get a vacuum cleaner and get this over with. But that will have to wait until my class finishes at two. Would have been better off if I din decide to come home for the "break".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN.&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/17577080-6201474345291648396?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/6201474345291648396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=6201474345291648396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6201474345291648396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6201474345291648396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-back-from-school-for-three-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SCBOuZbOrLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XVHAOaaUN04/s72-c/DSC02593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4849817902128415175</id><published>2008-05-04T02:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:55:59.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I FEEL ALOT BETTER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-4849817902128415175?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4849817902128415175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4849817902128415175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4849817902128415175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4849817902128415175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-k-e-n-n-e-t-h-ooi-beng-huat-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3817937947561736253</id><published>2008-04-21T09:21:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:21:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up this morning with one of the terrible monday blues. Just too reluctant to believe that I am going back to UK in four days' time, ie 96 hours, 5760 minutes 345600 seconds.......argHH.....&lt;br /&gt;and it just worsens when i start thinking about how much i was enjoying last year, at this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191504086529497666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvtdf-UWkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4cBU4KZVZSo/s400/n677891956_622294_6790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;20/04/07- the five of us crammed once again in shaleen and gurdashan's (not mine haiz) room and us girls had our movie nite- closer by jude law(omg), julia roberts and natalie portman. Bila i still remember the pringles u bought for us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAv0Ev-UWtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Kw2mT9JRdYU/s1600-h/CIMG0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191511357909129938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAv0Ev-UWtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Kw2mT9JRdYU/s400/CIMG0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; This was what gurdashan was doin to my hand while we were enjoying the movie =p thnx gul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191504318457731666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvtq_-UWlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fkCxpokUssU/s400/n677891956_622295_7116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next morning we had our very early breakfast at ali maju. The four of us, shaleen, becca, bila and I. Selina dumped us and went for her weekly dose of cheerleading practice. WE then have our pics taking session at pbd. Never thought it could be that scenic! HAha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvynf-UWrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Vnc1C4wpAao/s1600-h/210407+At+PBD+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191509755886328498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvynf-UWrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Vnc1C4wpAao/s400/210407+At+PBD+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvxOv-UWqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/D-sonsgMmaY/s1600-h/210407+At+PBD+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191508231172938402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvxOv-UWqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/D-sonsgMmaY/s400/210407+At+PBD+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvwIv-UWpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WhoQ7lOtsL0/s1600-h/210407+At+PBD+(10)2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191507028582095506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvwIv-UWpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/WhoQ7lOtsL0/s400/210407+At+PBD+(10)2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvvuP-UWoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mN7S0Ap216w/s1600-h/210407+At+PBD+(3)2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191506573315562114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvvuP-UWoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/mN7S0Ap216w/s400/210407+At+PBD+(3)2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvvaP-UWnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zncIL3SwAlI/s1600-h/210407+At+PBD+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191506229718178418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvvaP-UWnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zncIL3SwAlI/s400/210407+At+PBD+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvujP-UWmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/l52COxJ9RnU/s1600-h/210407+At+PBD+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191505284825373282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvujP-UWmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/l52COxJ9RnU/s400/210407+At+PBD+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Becca, still remember i forgot to bring my lense 'sucker' thingy? U and Maria had to go all the way to bangsar and get me one. So SweEEt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191510108073646786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvy7_-UWsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bwIPbkdcw0U/s400/210407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Managed to snap this pic with kecik after a day out with ken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BIG HAIH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh ya budak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPIE TWO YEARS ANNIVERSARY ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-3817937947561736253?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3817937947561736253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3817937947561736253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3817937947561736253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3817937947561736253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-woke-up-this-morning-with-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SAvtdf-UWkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4cBU4KZVZSo/s72-c/n677891956_622294_6790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3154619165588367938</id><published>2008-03-12T03:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T06:08:51.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I forced myself not to succumb to that already droopy pair of eyes. But it was a weird part of the body that just doesn't seem to get the right neurons from up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So I gave in and decided to treat it a little, make it more zealous about its role -EYES WIDE "SHUT", still, after four episodes of &lt;strong&gt;Simpsons&lt;/strong&gt;. This ain gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just had to make its counterparts do the tedious work of wearing layers and layers of clothing, stepping outside and battling with the mad whistling wind. Ah, finally it's a wee bit more opened. That stupid pair of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kept itself busy scouting around counters and counters of goods. What joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it threatens to close, again, when it was back in the room. That dimly lit, &lt;em&gt;soundless&lt;/em&gt; room.&lt;br /&gt;And it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the mind had its share too. Satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for Brunswick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-3154619165588367938?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3154619165588367938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3154619165588367938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3154619165588367938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3154619165588367938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forced-myself-not-to-succumb-to-that.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-6270364622170871005</id><published>2008-02-07T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:41:09.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy CNY folks!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This is the second time I'm spending my CNY in London, but it's the first time I'm not spending it at home =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Dad called me at half past twelve msia time just so I can hear the used-to-be-annoying sound of firecrackers back home, and of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;the sound that lil toby makes when his chain gets entangled around the ladder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Poor toby, must be terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Had eve dinner with a bunch of friends at a restaurant in bayswater. 9 dishes!! Great food i must say. Quite cheap as well, about 13 per person. But 900 ringgit for the meal still sounds abit scary i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164006768271479794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R6o8y7CI0_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/L65TeF4tK5A/s400/DSC01982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Took me almost an hour by bus to bayswater. If only the bus doesn't go via oxford street, gosh u can see for yourself how scary human traffic can sometimes be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R6o8b7CI09I/AAAAAAAAAXU/lacdfmRR3YA/s1600-h/DSC02030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164006373134488530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R6o8b7CI09I/AAAAAAAAAXU/lacdfmRR3YA/s400/DSC02030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking for mails( for fun actually) when i came back from dinner and I saw something for me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164014666716337154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R6pD-rCI1AI/AAAAAAAAAXs/pzzJohxwo1Y/s400/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;how not to miss home la u tell me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17577080-6270364622170871005?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/6270364622170871005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=6270364622170871005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6270364622170871005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6270364622170871005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R6o8y7CI0_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/L65TeF4tK5A/s72-c/DSC01982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2667013147022212344</id><published>2008-01-19T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:05:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for my dear friends, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last updates from me have been ages ago, sorry bout that ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before i start harping on my life, let me just say something awfully cliche,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time do pass by very fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn it, i just had to say it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously it's so true, even if you are not really having a great time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michaelmas term was a quick one. I was basically busy trying to gain ( still trying though) back the momentum to actually work, but was hardly working. Procrasination was a loyal buddy who eventually chose to put me into a mess that took so long to clear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My christmas break, just like the term, was so eventful that it got me totally knackered that i spent most of my first week of this term sleeping. In fact, I slept at nine twice during this second week of school! Spain was fun, enjoyed good food, good company and good bridge sessions ;p But I must say eleven days of travelling is abit too long. Things that made u go gaga on the first day perhaps would not even earn a coups d'oeil on the very last day. You are simply &lt;em&gt;exhausted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In all, Spain is beautiful. Pay her a visit if you can. I know the seafood would definitely make u not regret it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glasgow was, erm, not too bad actually as compared to what i have expected. Guess I went on the right time. It wasn't too cold, though the wet weather does get you turn off. They've got really friendly folks there, who speak in an accent that constantly amuses me. I lurrve the scottish accent!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edinburgh wasn't that friendly to me. It welcomed me with a terrible snow storm but it was fun nonetheless. Going up the hill to the castle while battling with the weather was some adventure. I went there alone and meet up ah ni, who was there with her friends from bristol. Shame that we couldn't spend much time in the castle because of the weather. We paid 14 pounds. DAmn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156970237114805346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R5E9G5x9bGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uIYLwcRYWlo/s400/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I long for more hols now. Haiz. Never contented, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am craving for coffee bean's blueberry muffin now. hehe. God that's so so random.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156971031683755122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R5E91Jx9bHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/6A4Xtzc2lzg/s400/DSC01897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156971332331465858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R5E-Gpx9bII/AAAAAAAAAXM/4yJMVclGt8I/s400/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/17577080-2667013147022212344?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/2667013147022212344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=2667013147022212344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2667013147022212344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2667013147022212344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-my-dear-friends-last-updates-from.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/R5E9G5x9bGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/uIYLwcRYWlo/s72-c/DSC01850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8178456261863407948</id><published>2008-01-08T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:08:46.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;2007 was a year that passed by extremely fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was sorta a gap year for me, was working and doing nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss my kids in the kindergarten. How i wish they'll never ever grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;To be that pure, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I had some major downfalls this year. And it was through them that i finally realise how important my family is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;How they always forgive you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you even more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I long for the day I next set foot on the familiar land&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/17577080-8178456261863407948?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8178456261863407948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8178456261863407948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8178456261863407948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8178456261863407948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-was-year-that-passed-by-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-897664047925166990</id><published>2008-01-07T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:44:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;hmm, a little late to make new year's resolutions now, am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's never too late for such things, just as long u do live up to them ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend once said to me that every second is special in some way, one being u never will have that second again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: u wanna go out with us? we're gonna do something later at 01:02:03 ( it was on 04/05/06).&lt;br /&gt;her: why are you doing something?&lt;br /&gt;me: cuz it's a 'rare' moment? we'll only have that once.&lt;br /&gt;her: we'll also have this second once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiled at me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was something so obvious that i hadn't been able to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not to say at all that count downs and new year celebrations are utterly meaningless. We do need more excuses to celebrate, do we not? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that besides having new year resolutions to achieve something this year, we can always set to achieve something this week, this day, this hour, or even at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think u can achieve right after reading this last word?&lt;/span&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/17577080-897664047925166990?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/897664047925166990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=897664047925166990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/897664047925166990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/897664047925166990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm-little-late-to-make-new-years.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2543462524861677021</id><published>2007-11-29T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:20:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" What is the purpose of your living in this world? More importantly, what are YOU to the world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question that indra used to ask umpteen times, yet one that i can never have an answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, sometimes screech to a halt from being awfully busy with homework that comes with no holds barred, and ponder upon such questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I'm not talking bout economics here. We're not going into the costs or benefits that i incurred or gave to the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but rather &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we meant to do something, with the precious presence of mind that we are given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are we completely engulfed in the mist of all the misconstrued perseptions that we've been impelled to believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO just follow the path that we think we have to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never such path, only the blinkered ones think there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before you continue your journey on the road that u think u ought to take and are taking, to be like everyone else, think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS this really what i want at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for someone like me who's already 20, how many more 20's do i get? 3 perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what should and what can you do to somehow, maybe change the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do you choose to give back your presence without it being well used, or worse, felt?&lt;/strong&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/17577080-2543462524861677021?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/2543462524861677021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=2543462524861677021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2543462524861677021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2543462524861677021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-purpose-of-you-living-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8124613172451822423</id><published>2007-11-21T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T19:48:12.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have not felt so much of satisfaction for a very &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;12++ hours of sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still sleepy, damn ;p&lt;br /&gt;having people who love to party(in their room) a few doors away is not such a pleasant thing, really.&lt;br /&gt;not at least if u sleep alot like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pigs&lt;/span&gt; but do not sleep like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lurVVE wednesdays!! cuz i get to do alot of things that i deprived myself from on other days and today will be quite exciting i guess, second volleyball match and it's against imperial!! It's rather amazing how our team can play so well as A TEAM, when we've only practiced a few times. Not to mention that my team mates are really awesome people ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i need to finish my abstract maths homework before i get to hit some balls and kick some ass. I'm amazed at how much the subject can irritate me when i thought what we had in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;matematik moden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a three year old kid can do better than me in this subject. Not to assume 2-1=1? Nah, that's too much.&lt;/strong&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/17577080-8124613172451822423?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8124613172451822423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8124613172451822423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8124613172451822423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8124613172451822423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-not-felt-so-much-of-satisfaction.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3942202695958468236</id><published>2007-11-19T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:36:31.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss cheap food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss annoying my dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss annoying my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss going to midvalley and watching movies that cost me less than a pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss having ice kacang that doesn't cost me 6 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss telling what i want for lunch and dinner at home and having them right when i want them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss watching the big screen at home and dozing off with the remote control grasped in my palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss being surrounded by friends who don't talk about internships all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss driving and not walking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss shopping IN a mall and not walking down streets with smokers stinking my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss doing random things at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss playing fusball and screaming when someone scores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss wearing flip flops wherever i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss having my hair cut at 1 pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i miss everything at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;arghHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&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/17577080-3942202695958468236?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3942202695958468236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3942202695958468236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3942202695958468236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3942202695958468236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-cheap-food-i-miss-annoying-my.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5421350041695834222</id><published>2007-10-28T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:50:12.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm actually way too busy to blog at the moment because of the workload(which really isn't too bad till you start lazing around and procrastinating too much). BUt, my laptop (which is 24/7 on and is right beside my pile of homework) and the one thing that has been on my mind for too long is really urging me to pour this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing faces of my friends in malaysia(who are now in malaysia) here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the first one i saw here was dharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golokha was after that, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met darryl last tuesday when i was doing my laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the girl that i miss so much, selina!(muacks to you too!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?? I just said hie to wei yi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. One thing, they all prefer to be called different names.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/17577080-5421350041695834222?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5421350041695834222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5421350041695834222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5421350041695834222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5421350041695834222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-actually-way-too-busy-to-blog-at.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4057674876114257556</id><published>2007-10-20T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:08:53.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still can't get over it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regret that i din manage to snap a pic of it before some putrid bastard opened my bag and took it away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wan my cards and my malaysian ic back!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wan the photos inside it back!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wan my white elegant purse back  :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mummy..........i wanna hug u :(&lt;/strong&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/17577080-4057674876114257556?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4057674876114257556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4057674876114257556' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4057674876114257556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4057674876114257556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-still-cant-get-over-it-i-regret-that.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5242515678606235503</id><published>2007-10-14T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T05:42:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kniod!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loooooooooong daaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with karthik at ten something this morning. Then we took the tube to queensway and met up with calvin and zi yang. Calvin's shifting to his finally ready room in college hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make time to take a brisk walk in hyde park before starting the shifting game. The park's huge!! People there and more significantly the dogs seemed to be really enjoying themselves. Saw so many diff breeds of dogs(karthik even said"what the hell is that"). It was nice cuz the park does look very nice. It's HUGE. We din walk the whole area of 350 acres. And ya, I saw crows there!! But they sound diff, like zi yang and karthik said, they don't speak manglish but pure british accent. Hehe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120929491620958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RxEyPaPjkFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/s1gRU-i5lZs/s400/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zi yang trying to attract one of the sprightly squirrels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120929315527299138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RxEyFKPjkEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3y76hmK8954/s400/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ducks and pigeons and swans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120928804426190898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RxExnaPjkDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RUW2prg8vqA/s400/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round pond in hyde park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120928641217433634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RxExd6PjkCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/o4SniZTNPNc/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zi yang::karthik::calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120928456533839890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RxExTKPjkBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1Tybf2UtEr0/s400/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince Albert memorial &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had lunch after that. Had chili chicken with fried egg rice cuz i was seriously craving for something spicy. Din manage to take a pic of the food , as usual, cuz we were &lt;em&gt;hungry&lt;/em&gt;. Salute to those who always manage to snap a pic of their food b4 gorging on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the food wasnt't awesome. In fact, it was msg loaded and abit ehem sakit tekak for the price of 6 pounds for the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the singaporean restaurant 'kiasu' for my much coveted ice kacang(guessing prob 5 pounds for one) but guess what? The lady said we can't go in if we're only there for desserts cuz it's too 'packed'. Damn this people. They just don't bother earning another 15 pounds when they're rolling in way more. So yeah, no ice kacang for poor me. woooo~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun carrying two large suitcases and a laptop bag(with a freaking heavy hp pavilion) and two tote bags and a few plastic bags of books and miscellany from baywater tube station to tottenham court road station then changed to northern line to reach goodge street station then walked to college hall. Pure torture!! But fun in a weird way. So many staircases and roads and more roads and more stairs!! Pity calvin. I think the suitcase he carried was bout 40-50 kgs. Probably heavier than him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our effort was worth it. Karthik and I each got a drink from costa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn calvin!! His room's HUGE!!!!! And it's sO DAMN NEW AND NICE AND HE EVEN GOT A FREE KETTLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in hindsight, 25 pounds a day is way off limit. no money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to rest. My feet is gonna go on strike if i keep torturing them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/17577080-5242515678606235503?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5242515678606235503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5242515678606235503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5242515678606235503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5242515678606235503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/10/kniod.html' title='kniod!'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RxEyPaPjkFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/s1gRU-i5lZs/s72-c/DSC00572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5108483936285445916</id><published>2007-10-13T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T02:48:21.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rw-8yaPjj6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/rufpjkQ_4vU/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120518875567591330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rw-8yaPjj6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/rufpjkQ_4vU/s400/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Soooo happy with this little black box that arrived just today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The sound's good and it suits my ipod classic perfectly!! Not bad for the price of 19.99 pounds!! All rite, let's not start converting the currency.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am loving amazon. keke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;For the first time I long to celebrate hari raya so much. Nabila aku nak gi bp!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This week's been quite hectic. Was tired most of the time and I slept in two lectures. Blame the dim light. Maybe the lecturers too. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Well nothing much happened besides I found out the fact that albert einstein conceived of the atomic theory after having the wednesday curry in our hall and spending a night here. Who knows, I might be sitting on the same spot he once sat!! hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;And ya, I 'm going for ice kacang hunt tomorrow with karthik and calvin. yipEE!!!&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/17577080-5108483936285445916?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5108483936285445916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5108483936285445916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5108483936285445916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5108483936285445916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-blah-blah-blah.html' title='feeling blah blah blah'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rw-8yaPjj6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/rufpjkQ_4vU/s72-c/DSC00560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-1132446057727328522</id><published>2007-10-10T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:33:18.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfqNXADl3kU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfqNXADl3kU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I nv knew hamster likes popcorn!!&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/17577080-1132446057727328522?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/1132446057727328522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=1132446057727328522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1132446057727328522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1132446057727328522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/10/cute.html' title='cute!!!'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3998407643164367822</id><published>2007-10-07T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:37:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l.o.n.d.o.n</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;o'rite, i've been too occupied to blog about the place i'm staying and how are things going so far. But since it's the weekend and i don't intend to go &lt;em&gt;party&lt;/em&gt; tonight, i guess i'll make time for some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The biggest thing about the britons that i don't get is that, their life's pretty much only about drinking and partying and smoking ( there's definitely a smoker few doors away cuz the corridor STINKS!!!). And ya, you can see lotsa vomit stains on the road. Disgusting. Imagine if that happens in malaysia, with the hot sun and the stain. EWwness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't really tolerate the cold weather. Seriously. I will get slight headache and bit of brain freeze when i walk to and fro from uni everyday. Without fail. The cold wind i guess. Just can't really adapt to the chilling dryness. I do wear socks &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;gloves when I'm sleeping at night, mind you. But it's been better this week cuz it hasn't rained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;sweating&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The place i'm staying. Hmm. It's actually an intercollegiate hall, so there are students from UCL, Kings college, Queen Mary, Imperial and other institution under the University of London. A nice place actually, reasonable price as well. Just 15 mins walk from the LSE. I've read something about the hall and apparently someone was beheaded at the atrium(a place near the reception). Btw, you can check out the hall at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Hall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;INTERNATIONAL HALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118330783003807442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf2uqPjjtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fnxHRaRlmIw/s400/IH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The Main Entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118331036406877922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf29aPjjuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xukxZRN-ZrY/s400/IH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Aerial View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118331109421321970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf3BqPjjvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GCQ84DHUjzw/s400/IH3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Flats( for Students with families)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118331186730733314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf3GKPjjwI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q-5A03ggu5U/s400/IH4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;North Wing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My room is the on the third floor and it's right at the end(left) of the builing. So you can actually see my window hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118331246860275474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf3JqPjjxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NjNtkmK8s5k/s400/IH5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The Atrium with the glass elevator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118331689241906978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf3jaPjjyI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gH38L-jGuBE/s400/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;You can see how old this builing is. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118332161688309554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf3-6PjjzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/53G1__-Rfg4/s400/me+rOOm+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118333463063400306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf5KqPjj3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZKAPNI5T9SA/s400/me+rOOm+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118332681379352386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf4dKPjj0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/lLZUJomhHng/s400/me+rOOm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;the view from my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118332904717651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf4qKPjj1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3WD_qOvpJPw/s400/me+rOOm+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118333145235820386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf44KPjj2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/7oXMuMNxe0s/s400/me+rOOm+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;another one(the park opposite our building-brunswick square)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya, they have loads of parks here. russell square, bloomsburry square, gordon square, tavistock square, cartwright garden, bedford square...and i have not even reached parks like hyde park and st james park and bla bla bla...and ppl like to just sit on the grass and nibble on their sandwiches and read newspapers while pigeons and squirrels will be scouting for any leftovers and fruits(i'm not sure what they do eat, so erm....) it's quite impressive how they can actually find serenity here when the roads right outside the square are jammed with cars honking and the occasional ear-splitting sirens of fire engines and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The Hall is actually quite active, with jogging groups and basketball teams and yoga classes. SO yeah, at least i'll get to practise yoga once a week though I was hoping to learn &lt;em&gt;ashtanga yoga&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This week was the orientation week. I had a few inductions that ranges from undergraduate inductions, ethical induction to departmental induction. There are quite a few malaysians doing actuarial science and i think there are 90% international students( or more accurately asian students). I joined a couple of societies and that includes badminton and volleyball!! I'm so excited!! Cuz i think they are really active and we'll have like two trainings everyweek(for each of them). I've also joined music society, from which i hope to rekindle my passion for choir. It just felt so much like my high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Lectures're starting next week and classes will be in two weeks time. Kinda excited. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118333583322484610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf5RqPjj4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/45hSMeRtXc4/s400/DSC00885.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;In the tube. Checking out my new shoe( which isn't really a good walking shoe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118333690696667026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf5X6Pjj5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/fxRdfEjSXEc/s400/%40HK+Diner+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i wan FOOD (@Chinatown with sis and bro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&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/17577080-3998407643164367822?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3998407643164367822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3998407643164367822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3998407643164367822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3998407643164367822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/10/london.html' title='l.o.n.d.o.n'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rwf2uqPjjtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fnxHRaRlmIw/s72-c/IH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-885885705169467249</id><published>2007-10-04T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T03:45:58.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doink and bear bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RwPv56PjjsI/AAAAAAAAATw/olF4QeYYAlo/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117197379789098690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RwPv56PjjsI/AAAAAAAAATw/olF4QeYYAlo/s400/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I cried outta sheer happiness when I saw these two darlings in the box. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They've made it all the way from me little room to london!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can see that they are e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d , can't you? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/17577080-885885705169467249?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/885885705169467249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=885885705169467249' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/885885705169467249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/885885705169467249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/10/doink-and-bear-bear.html' title='doink and bear bear'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RwPv56PjjsI/AAAAAAAAATw/olF4QeYYAlo/s72-c/DSC00555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5896640522169750801</id><published>2007-09-30T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:25:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>泪水</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;maybe it's the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the new faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the fact that I'll be living in a place not called home for the next nine months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the fear of not knowing the forthcoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i've been staring too much at the wall full with pictures of familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because of the different view when i look out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm missing home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna go home&lt;/span&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/17577080-5896640522169750801?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5896640522169750801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5896640522169750801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5896640522169750801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5896640522169750801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='泪水'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7837094744196490004</id><published>2007-09-11T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:30:39.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think i did stop breathing and was trying very hard to hide my excitement when I saw the familiar number on my vibrating handphone. The person who gave me the greatest relief with her voice spoke when I picked up the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gosh. The first word itself sort of failed my aforementioned attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks." a somewhat quivering whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPEE. Finally I got something i really wanted and yearned for for a very long time!! A scholarship!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time a phone call did such a magical thing to me was when Miss Tan from the kindergarten called me to say that I got the job. Cumone, first job!! I was ecstatic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually in the least of hope after the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Do you have any experience in teaching?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Er, No ( I din think that the fact that my effort of teaching my friends( very often with raised voice) would have delighted her.)&lt;br /&gt;Her : Do you then, have any experience of taking care of younger children?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No. I am the youngest in the family, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Her : Cousins perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Me: : I am the second youngest on my mum's side and er, the youngest on my father's.&lt;br /&gt;Her : Oh, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she tried not to make me feel so hopeless by laughing amiably at the facts I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to give, the doubtful look she gave had already told the entire story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I still got the job!! So it's perfectly normal that I went all crazy and hugged my mum when I got a job at a &lt;em&gt;kindergarten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months working at a place that had literally tested my patience to the limit. I am still hot-tempered, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss them so much now!! And there are a few kids that I totally feel like bringing home, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays are S.M.A.R.T. They can memorize rukun negara with the "maka kami, rakyat malaysia.." thingy as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt alot. I never knew that water spinach is kangkung in english and mustard greens is sawi, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think I was only taught the alphabets at kindergarten, or at least that's the only I'd managed to learn. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years at kindergarten and I was still writing "n" before "m" and "2" for "s" (I can't find any inversion of 's' and '2' seems to be closest to what i used to scribble).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids were way simpler back then. I wonder if the kids now still play guli and stuffs like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZvMdcy9uI/AAAAAAAAATo/Kai23CCDO5Y/s1600-h/Yunus%2BBenny.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108893087152928482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZvMdcy9uI/AAAAAAAAATo/Kai23CCDO5Y/s400/Yunus%2BBenny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The oh-so-pinchable yunus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZt5dcy9tI/AAAAAAAAATg/8SiA33AXZmA/s1600-h/Swee+Yong.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108891661223786194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZt5dcy9tI/AAAAAAAAATg/8SiA33AXZmA/s400/Swee+Yong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the insolent swee yong who gave me nick names ranging from suzy to zhen zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZsWtcy9rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jFaxdWpf7Zw/s1600-h/K1+Ladybirds.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108889964711704242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZsWtcy9rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jFaxdWpf7Zw/s400/K1+Ladybirds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the class that have turned teacher sarah into a super woman with the loudest screech i have ever heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZsINcy9qI/AAAAAAAAATI/Io62-fiUvVc/s1600-h/K1+Butterflies.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108889715603601058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZsINcy9qI/AAAAAAAAATI/Io62-fiUvVc/s400/K1+Butterflies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class that I had the opportunity to tame for two weeks!! gosh it &lt;em&gt;was an experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZr3dcy9pI/AAAAAAAAATA/E9Kij_6EQ00/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108889427840792210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZr3dcy9pI/AAAAAAAAATA/E9Kij_6EQ00/s400/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one on the right is kian ping, an extremely "dynamic" creature. It's so hard to catch him when he's running circling you. So you can imagine how hard it was to have him stand motionless and let me take this picture. And one thing, his sentences always end with "ar", like that ar? red colour ar? eat ar? line up ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZro9cy9oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3uOxa6mUzkc/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108889178732689026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZro9cy9oI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3uOxa6mUzkc/s400/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the class I love the most!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;VINCENT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZrPNcy9nI/AAAAAAAAASw/0wj9FCHpqM8/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108888736351057522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZrPNcy9nI/AAAAAAAAASw/0wj9FCHpqM8/s400/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZqu9cy9mI/AAAAAAAAASo/WiyuEjl0hBA/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108888182300276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RuZqu9cy9mI/AAAAAAAAASo/WiyuEjl0hBA/s400/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the star of our kindy, the super temperamental JUDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;(a potential camwhore, the peace sign wasn't asked for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/17577080-7837094744196490004?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7837094744196490004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=7837094744196490004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2497989019195435143</id><published>2007-09-07T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:29:11.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I reckon music forms a huge part of our life.&lt;br /&gt;Different songs make you feel differently&lt;br /&gt;and one song can sometimes give you different feelings at different times&lt;br /&gt;songs that made your laugh&lt;br /&gt;may make tears fall another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And memories will flow profusely when certain songs play&lt;br /&gt;both sweet and bitter and some unimportant yet worth reliving ones&lt;br /&gt;and to revel in them is such pleasure sometimes&lt;br /&gt;though it'll make you grow more wistful than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt irated when you hear a song you were once so obssessed with&lt;br /&gt;but to find out that you've forgotten the lyrics when you are all ready to sing out aloud?&lt;br /&gt;thus the sad reversion to humming and singing a few words in between.&lt;br /&gt;anguished&lt;br /&gt;HOW COMEE??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally there are a few songs that remain my all time favourite&lt;br /&gt;and loads that were fairly short-lived obssession&lt;br /&gt;by obssession I mean repeating the songs till i doze off&lt;br /&gt;and waking up next morning with a hangover of the song playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are three songs that never fail to make me feel like tearing&lt;br /&gt;Not so much of the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;I'm more to a melody person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分裂 by jay chou, better days by goo goo dolls and run by snow patrol ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2497989019195435143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2497989019195435143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-reckon-music-forms-huge-part-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-859829545247692360</id><published>2007-09-01T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:01:53.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM B.O.R.E.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/859829545247692360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/859829545247692360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-bored.html' title='I AM B.O.R.E.D'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RthJZtcy9cI/AAAAAAAAARY/POue1lNxOuk/s72-c/DSC01263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2788812249503049195</id><published>2007-08-28T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:06:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have been so free lately that I am too busy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened when you have such a long holiday. Coupled with the quality of utmost importance, laziness, of course. [weak chuckle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously grateful that I have discovered the beauty of yoga two years ago. It's the only thing on my daily schedule that seems a wee bit more meaningful. Otherwise, I am nothing more than a couch potato who's critically losing her brain power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have reverted to watching plenty of hongkong drama series lately. It's such an addiction, really. But when you start to follow too many series at a time, you will get confused if some of the actors/actresses appear in more than one of the series. A couple can very well be enemies to each other in another series. So yeah, that's the only that has been testing my memory power of late. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get a 9-months holiday very often. I will therefore make sure I enjoy every bit of it though what i've got left is another month. Well, less than that. Life will take a great swerve on the 25th of Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually quite excited. But part of me's trying quite hard to not think of the people i will miss. So badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food as well, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, Tv also i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby and Blackie, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, everthing. LAH.&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/17577080-2788812249503049195?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/2788812249503049195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=2788812249503049195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2788812249503049195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2788812249503049195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-been-so-free-lately-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4965634738148053192</id><published>2007-08-11T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:14:35.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;you know when u have all the time in the world, those to-do things would somehow find its way into that abundance tougher? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes, we do call that procrastination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I've had so much to tell, yet the slothful spirit has totally rebuffed the mind's intention to electronically record whatever that is worth recounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But i miss the grace of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No. I'm not in the least implying that i possess the heavenly ability of writers that have made reading such great pleasure. Just that catharsis through writing is such true enjoyment. Blaberrings, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hmm. So what's up with me of late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, I am totally-delightfully-two gadgets-richer!! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the FirSt new gadget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sony Cybershot T-100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097363532461846450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr15IDNrL7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1rYZpFnKW9g/s400/my+baby+cyby.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mine's the silver one. Dad got it via redemption for my birthday. LuRRve the leather casing so much. I've got the white one with a baby blue stripe across. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nabila, if you're reading this, I HAVE YET TO BE TURNED INTO A CAMWHORE!!haha..miss you girl, but i digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The face detection technology constantly fascinates me. I mean, how?? I've tried to confuse the camera with round things that look like faces, but na-ah that won't work. It's a smart machine i say. Reminds me of transformers. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, introducing the second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097360650538790754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr12gTNrL2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/GdYA2DMUBwQ/s400/my+baby+vaio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually using it to post this. My First post via my &lt;strong&gt;VAIO CR11&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's WHITE!!!! It's so MAC but what the heck, my love for the colour is well worth the possible mislabellings my vaio would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's a beauty. I'm so afraid that i would stain it given how careless i can get. In fact, the guy that sold me the laptop was the one that actually convinced me how unlikely it is for her to get dirty. Well, the persuasion wasn't hard. AT ALL. hehe. To resist, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;All righteee. Besides having these long coveted treasures, I have turned 20 just recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more a teenager. No more teenagers in the house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the prospect of getting old had submerged temporarily when birthday surprises by my loved ones put a constant smile on my face. This is the year with the greatest and most surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mishan, WeiYi, PooiMun, Sanz, Sara, Vicky, Kenneth and Jeyan for the lovely surprise at KLCC. You guys totally caught me with a dropped jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 July 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097442078823755810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr3AkDNrMCI/AAAAAAAAARI/tO-MVr8GOEk/s400/%40KLCC+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the guls : Mishan, m3, WeiYi, PooiMun, Sara And Sanz (clockwise from top left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097357038471294658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr1zODNrLsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/r3JaVOPE29M/s400/%40KLCC+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; from Left: Jeyan, Sanz, Vicky, m3 and Kennneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097357339119005394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr1zfjNrLtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ixnmRiQyoxo/s400/%40KLCC+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Didn't know there were so many suzhens around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097362819497275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr14ejNrL5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PtcA_J0lZGk/s400/%40KLCC+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;cREaMzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I put up at selina's new apartment for that night with becca and shaleen. It was supposed to be &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; a get-together before becca leaves for US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We had two unexpected(to me only that is) visitors, john and kenneth, whom i later went out with to get some ice-creams. When we got back, the guls took forever to open the gate and when they did, the apartment was pitch-dark. No electricity. Hmm. My then droopy eyes( it was almost one in the morning) was alerted by something flickering. It was a nanosecond before my brain registered an image of a cute little cake with only a candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Shaleen: The cake's too small for two candles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Seriously, i couldn't be more speechless than this. An awfully good surprise it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097358966911610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr10-TNrLxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8p_Sk-AqQJY/s400/SeLina%27s+Place+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;dear becca and shaleen preparing the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097358172342660850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr10QDNrLvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HTNtthPOr5M/s400/SeLina%27s+Place+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;da cute cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097359168775073570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr11KDNrLyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LX1sfMgTGBE/s400/SeLina%27s+Place+(28).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jaw wasn't intact just before this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097443169745449010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr3BjjNrMDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pMSdFj6-odw/s400/SeLina%27s+Place+(25).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097359770070495026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr11tDNrLzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yfVUwgj44Fo/s400/SeLina%27s+Place+(32).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Selina and Shaleen went to midvalley to get all these, when what they told me was they were having some 'discussion' with their law coursemates. THANKS to ALL OF YA. I was touched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, i saw for the first time, the simpsons on the big screen. I bought the tickets two days earlier just to make sure i get to see it on my birthday. It was well worth the trouble of course. Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After the movie, i rushed back home as I was supposed to have dinner with my family. We went to Port Village. Food wasn't as nice as before but the marmite crab is still darn good. Oh, drools. I didn't manage to snap a pic of it of course, I was too overwhelmed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097362282626363250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr13_TNrL3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/iGSaCmK6Qkk/s400/%40port+Village+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;with mum @ port village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was actually abit disappointed when i didn't see any cakes in the fridge on that day. Just when i was trying to make myself feel contented with all the surprises and the superb crab, sister came into the room and asked me to go to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ICECREAM CAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097360010588663618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr117DNrL0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/UCrS5c7bbQk/s400/Home+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hehe..I got a cake, I got a cake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097363145914789794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr14xjNrL6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/h1zptidOUsw/s400/Home+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's HARD. We gave up cutting the cake. Instead, we used a spoon to dig into the cake straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097362634813681538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr14TzNrL4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/RZRRYJbNx4Y/s400/Home+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;dad and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097360328416243538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr12NjNrL1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/5MLgmcQ2Bbs/s400/Home+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wIth muah dear sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Ice-cream flavour was Maui Brownie Madness. As for the cake, ko-ko-la-te of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;PREZZIES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097439261325209554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr2-ADNrL9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/-1nkbnpDA6Q/s400/Pressie+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;swatch skin (white, hehe. i noe u can see for yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097439690821939186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr2-ZDNrL_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gqKC6qETRKQ/s400/Prezzie+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;gloves and pouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097440652894613506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr2_RDNrMAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/twViQPHeXsg/s400/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097439415944032226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr2-JDNrL-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/wAskhKrV6MI/s400/Prezzie+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;a new doggie to join doink and bear bear. oh ya, i should think of a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ps: selina, i didn't have any decent pics of yours, only the one with your nice 'back' hehe]&lt;/strong&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/17577080-4965634738148053192?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4965634738148053192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4965634738148053192' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4965634738148053192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4965634738148053192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/08/heck.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rr15IDNrL7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1rYZpFnKW9g/s72-c/my+baby+cyby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8878860798336573221</id><published>2007-07-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:02:59.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I’ve changed. Sometimes I even wonder at how the old me used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the change is quite drastic. All right, for those who know me after high school, the old me owned a disposition very much alike to that of John’s. John Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have the buoyancy I so enjoyed last time. For instance, I went to see my school’s choir team perform at the state level competition today, and I didn’t feel like approaching them, but sat faraway to see them perform. Only a few juniors with very sharp eyes managed to notice me and came to have some chats. The old me would have definitely approached the team and done whatever nonsense she needed to to keep them relaxed and do their best. And the old me would have surely approached the club’s teacher advisors( still the same old Puan Indra and Puan Maheran, that I had gone through a lot with) and the headmistress, who all happened to sit at the same row as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy for the team when I heard that the headmistress was offering them new uniforms (the present ones are already much more dazzling than the ones we had). I remembered having to convince her to let us have our uniform was a tough job. I lost count on the number of times I had to see her before she gave the crucial nod. I guess she must have found it a good investment by now. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been seeing my good old classmates lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge lapse before I realize how I should be behaving. I totally forgot that I was the trouble maker, teaser and god knows what else. To the extent that I couldn’t react at all when all my friends started teasing me like how they used to. You know, well, I was the joker. And I’m still expected to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s funny when I reminisce about the years in high school. I was so restless that I even attacked the so called “quiet ones”. Well of course I was the only one that can make them not so quiet by irritating them. Cumone, I was doing them a favour. They needed to release! I was also somewhat of a communicator for them cuz the others found it hard to reach them. Haha. Sense of triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my class so much. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the classroom. Ours was the only one with a stage and a piano (which can still produce some amount of nice music though awfully dilapidated). I can still clearly remember that MIC was on the front left row, MCA at the back, UMNO on the right and me, in the middle of all the parties. Oh ya, we also had parti kebebasan. They were hardly in the class so you can see them changing places all the time (if ever they were IN the class). Teachers (enjoying a perfect view from the stage) never liked our highly noticeable congregations, but their effort to switch our places was always to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t get this wrong. We were the perfect paradigm of different races living harmoniously (and liberally) together. We did what we needed to do, compromise. The huge family was a happy one. One to be dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am always the one listening, the one observing. A person with very few words. A girl who is tired of going around knowing more people, who prefers to be left alone. SuZhen a jester? No WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some maturity has grown into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That a good thing? I really don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/17577080-8878860798336573221?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8878860798336573221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8878860798336573221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8878860798336573221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8878860798336573221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-ive-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8793755479224390724</id><published>2007-06-26T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:42:54.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have encountered people that are smart enough for me to praise the existence of human. Also, there are people that aren’t as lucky to have the IQ level some may have. But I am one that holds to the conviction that no one should ever be labeled stupid. Well, of course we can’t help but observe the rife of people misusing the word stupid for anything that exasperates them. Hmm. I myself, not proudly, am caught in this pandemic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly I have always learnt more from people who may not be very smart. They look at things differently, ask questions that you may find simple but dont have the answers to, and they always have some knowledge that you may find very useful. By the way, there’s always something that you can learn from anyone, regardless of their IQ level. Learning from someone else’s mistakes, for example, can be a very good lesson. A free one too. The only thing required is for you to be humble enough and dispense with pride that will do you only harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However ‘slow’ someone may be, there is no one that is in the right position to label them ‘stupid’. This is especially applicable to teachers, who always pronounce death sentence for a student whom they have judged prematurely, instead of discovering the student’s maximum potential. Who are you to judge anyway? They may very well surpass you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever someone is not good enough at something, don’t scoff at their silliness. Assistance is wanted more than satire. You might just discourage them from bravely facing their weaknesses. And trust me, when someone is practicing side parking for instance, “What the hell are you doing” are the words he/ she wants to hear least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility. I respect Confucius for that.&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/17577080-8793755479224390724?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8793755479224390724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8793755479224390724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8793755479224390724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8793755479224390724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-encountered-people-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3567833562122412025</id><published>2007-06-17T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:29:15.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Six hurt as trailer goes off flyover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KLANG: Six people were injured when a trailer skidded and went over a flyover before landing on a car below at the Bulatan Simpang 5 here yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The trailer with its empty container was heading from Port Klang to the town centre here when the incident happened about 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;“There was heavy rain and the trailer driver was believed to have lost control of his vehicle. It skidded before crashing through the railing and fell five metres down,” a traffic officer said.&lt;br /&gt;A Toyota Harrier carrying a family of four, from Banting, was at the roundabout below the flyover when the trailer fell on it, he said.&lt;br /&gt;The 52-year-old trailer driver, his co-driver, 36, and a husband and wife, in their 50s, have been taken to Tengku Ampuan Rahimah hospital for treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Two other passengers in the car were sent to a private hospital.&lt;br /&gt;The lorry driver had serious injuries while his co-driver suffered a broken leg. &lt;/strong&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/17577080-3567833562122412025?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3567833562122412025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3567833562122412025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3567833562122412025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3567833562122412025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/06/six-hurt-as-trailer-goes-off-flyover.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2043531313910347237</id><published>2007-06-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:35:20.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gloomy day. Literally i mean. It's been drizzling for hours now.&lt;br /&gt;Went to KLCC, again, with mum. And since it was drizzling, I was abit phobic about driving. Cuz the accident happened after a heavy downpour. I went super slow when i was going up &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; flyover and guess what i saw. Around the same spot of the left divider which i hit, there wasn't ANY MORE DIVIDER. 4-5 metres of the divider gone. I was totally lost for words and gave a weak chuckle. Mum held my left forearm, silent comfort. I was praying hard that nothing too bad happened to the vehicle that went down. And no other vehicles was down there when it came down. cuz that part of the flyover is just above a &lt;em&gt;busy&lt;/em&gt; roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: eh, how high up har that part?&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm. dunno. but i know that's the highest point of the flyover.&lt;br /&gt;mum : ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was driving back, a stupid bnw horned me for doing nothing wrong. I got so mad i shouted f*cker straight. My mum laughed. I think it's the first time she heard me cursing.&lt;br /&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/17577080-2043531313910347237?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/2043531313910347237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=2043531313910347237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2043531313910347237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2043531313910347237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/06/gloomy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4290233632315624297</id><published>2007-06-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:51:09.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear mc tagged me ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things found in your bag:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. iPod mini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. wallet!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. tissues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. gastric medication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things found in your purse/wallet:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. IC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. notes!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. pics with ahChe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. pic of buh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favourite things in your room:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. pc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. BED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. mosquito repellent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. doink and bear bear ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you’ve always wanted to do:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. learn to play as many instruments &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. learn surfing and loads of others extreme sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. go on an overseas trip with dad mum sis and bro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. be an actuary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. be a yoga instructor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things you are currently into:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. SLEEPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. sudoku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. missing loads of people alot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 people you tag:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. ahChe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. nabila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. selina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. becca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. ken&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/17577080-4290233632315624297?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4290233632315624297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4290233632315624297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4290233632315624297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4290233632315624297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-mc-tagged-me-5-things-found-in.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-1511660297175992164</id><published>2007-06-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:33:27.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There aren't many classmates that i can remember from my kindergarten . In fact, probably only one or two faces will come into visualisation when i grope hard from memory. Friends in kindergarten were the first group of people we were exposed to alone and forced to communicate with. Our social life pretty much has its foundation built then. Otherwise there isn't much that could be remembered. Perhaps only a sense of affability when you find out that some friend you've just made attended the same kindy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friends from primary school were just the perfect people to play the mischief game. The best time to do all the stupid things and punishment was just a way of life. The most enjoyable time with no burden whatsoever and stress was never in our dictionary then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Secondary school was the time when so many unfamiliarities hit at a time. Questions would come with more questions and we started to search our own identity. Confused. Inquisitive. Greatest metamorphosis would take place. And friends that you made during this time would influence you the most, and to me, they would be the ones that bring the most memories. Afterall, they are the people that had been through with you one of the longest fragment of your life. Even if you meet up after not seeing each other for ages, you won't feel awkward and never will you run outta topic. Though silence is hardly any embarassment for all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friends made in college are some sort of casual acquaintances. No more clingy to your friends and greater sense of maturity will be observed. And when you do find a good friend, chances are that friend will be one worth keeping. Cuz part of our identity search is pretty much completed and once you click with a person that shares your interest or complements you, you click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hostelmates. Place where you get to know a person best within the shortest period of time. All their habits that are never revealed to most of their friends will be unearthed hehe. They will be the substitute for your family and the people that you can have the highest number of midnight chats with. Most of the time people staying here are quite independent, compromising and thus easier to mingle with without much fuss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;University? Yet to find out. But the energy to go around knowing new faces is starting to run low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NABILA J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076310869220279682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RnKt1xFURYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BILGN64ygV8/s320/at+ms+reads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she left for melborne yest. can't believe she's on another piece of land now...making noise so far far away. miss her heaps dee. sigh. PEREMPUAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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/17577080-1511660297175992164?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/1511660297175992164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=1511660297175992164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1511660297175992164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1511660297175992164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-take.html' title='my take'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RnKt1xFURYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BILGN64ygV8/s72-c/at+ms+reads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-9078161970628698173</id><published>2007-05-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:29:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stop feeling lucky after what happened on saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was still safe in little kelisa after hitting the dividers three times on a flyover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It felt like a roller coaster ride when my whole body was hurled to the door. It especially resemble the corksrew ride in genting (at the brink of the hill) when i hit the divider on my left and it felt like i was going to fly off from the bridge. But unlike the rides, i can't afford to shut my eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can still feel the impact, and feel exactly how i felt that moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For once, the car wasn't going the way i manoeuvred the steering wheel . It went straight at a left turning. banged to the right divider. then left. then right again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luckily the kancil on my left that time went fast enough or i might just bang it and watch it fly off the flyover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luckily there was a guy who asked the traumatised me to get outta the car before other cars come banging at my car when they were speeding down the flyover, not being able to see me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luckily the car that banged the right divider ( too late to stop after spotting me ) didn't come after me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luckily no one was hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It didn't feel good when i saw the dent on the divider yesterday. In fact, it felt weird. This may sound weird but i felt like i was reborn and i was brought back to the spot where the whole 'thing' occured.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss little kelisa. It broke my heart when i last saw it. I felt so guilty to see it in such a state.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some time and definitely courage will be needed for me to drive on that flyover again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/17577080-9078161970628698173?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/9078161970628698173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=9078161970628698173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/9078161970628698173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/9078161970628698173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-stop-feeling-lucky-after-what.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8201343327230886368</id><published>2007-05-25T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:00:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raNdoM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;what if?&lt;br /&gt;the question i've asked myself the most&lt;br /&gt;i've always said that i have no regrets in my life, cuz it's the decisions i've made that brought me to where i am today. I might have also said so because i'm lazy to think of what could have been and what could have not if it had been otherwise. So many possibilities. In fact, too MANY to consider that i've chose to just let things be as they were, instead of torturing myself with the endless string of what if's, not to forget the guilt that it'll bring about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since i haven't got much to do lately, i've consider a few of what if's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the starting point has been a different one all the while, then i guess the route it led to would have been something totally diff as well. So this was the first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i was never in existence? will the people around me still be as they are today? have i actually made an impact on their life? who could have been my substitute if i wasnt' there all along? Would my parents actually have a third child then? boy? or a girl? or there was never a third?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURIOUS. DEAD curious about the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everything actually written? and us the actors and actresses to play the written roles?&lt;br /&gt;easy questions. with no perfect answers.&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/17577080-8201343327230886368?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8201343327230886368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8201343327230886368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8201343327230886368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8201343327230886368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/05/random.html' title='raNdoM'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-6230824231653375811</id><published>2007-05-19T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:44:53.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rare it is for you to say words from heart,&lt;br /&gt;to do things out of sole sincerity&lt;br /&gt;you've learnt to speak the proper, hardly the right&lt;br /&gt;your mind and soul have long lost their freedom to voice&lt;br /&gt;this is the way to survive&lt;br /&gt;to live an easier life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grant your words total freedom&lt;br /&gt;and bumpy rides will soon strike&lt;br /&gt;what's the point then you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;to smile when you're so unhappy&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's the benefits that your fake facade guarantees?&lt;br /&gt;compensation that entails remains the only source&lt;br /&gt;for you to seek consolation&lt;br /&gt;to reap some rewards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hypocrite,&lt;br /&gt;people may call you that&lt;br /&gt;and to bear that bitter remark is never easy&lt;br /&gt;again you can only bank on recompense&lt;br /&gt;to do the healing job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're tempted to stand up for yourself&lt;br /&gt;but considerations of the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;make you cower in fear&lt;br /&gt;thus the overt condemnation&lt;br /&gt;of ppl that go against the rigid convention&lt;br /&gt;and the covert admiration&lt;br /&gt;of their blatant act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to LOVE, to CARE, to SHARE&lt;br /&gt;those are the first few things you were taught&lt;br /&gt;but as you see the world for yourself&lt;br /&gt;you learn to compare, compete and conform&lt;br /&gt;and THAT&lt;br /&gt;never requires any teaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU've been moulded to be perfect for survival&lt;br /&gt;to live the stereotype everyone expect of you&lt;br /&gt;to develop hobbies that aren't your interests&lt;br /&gt;to do things that arent's your nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well adapted&lt;br /&gt;that you'll soon forget that you're adapting&lt;br /&gt;and thus the true self will slowly make its disappearance&lt;br /&gt;what's left is but an empty soul&lt;br /&gt;automated to do what you've habituated yourself with,&lt;br /&gt;but never to complete what you're destined to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;life is a party&lt;br /&gt;a masquerade party&lt;br /&gt;it can be hell boring or heavenly&lt;br /&gt;depending very much on your ability to fit in&lt;/span&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/17577080-6230824231653375811?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/6230824231653375811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=6230824231653375811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6230824231653375811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6230824231653375811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/05/contradiction-assimilates-amazingly.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4871327227477427368</id><published>2007-05-16T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:09:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nic3 surpris3~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felt so so appreciated!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muahH brandon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RksW2DBj3JI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SOnQvD-CDHc/s1600-h/CIMG0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065167323688852626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RksW2DBj3JI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SOnQvD-CDHc/s320/CIMG0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/17577080-4871327227477427368?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4871327227477427368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4871327227477427368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4871327227477427368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4871327227477427368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/05/nic3-surpris3.html' title='nic3 surpris3~~'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RksW2DBj3JI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SOnQvD-CDHc/s72-c/CIMG0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4813772691750840872</id><published>2007-05-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:56:23.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>老豆五十四了</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today's dad's burfdae, just one day b4 the widely celebrated mother's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the celebration seemed a little quiet as there were only three of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thus dad decided to bring blackie and toby in for the soiree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they were abit confused at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but the cream helped them find their way.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063702470182468178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RkXikWd-elI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X_0yX7i3rlM/s200/CIMG0844(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the two angels i love the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/17577080-4813772691750840872?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4813772691750840872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4813772691750840872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4813772691750840872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4813772691750840872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/05/todays-dads-burfdae-just-one-day-b4.html' title='老豆五十四了'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RkXikWd-elI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X_0yX7i3rlM/s72-c/CIMG0844(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3483821685130511070</id><published>2007-05-05T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:07:38.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life after phuket --&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY BORED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is 51% Off Track&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/life-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Right now, you're taking things one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are going well, but you can't help but wonder if you're getting the most out of life.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to slow down and reflect a little. You can change your life - but it's up to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Are You Living The Wrong Life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/white.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are innocent, sweet, and young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;You present a purity that many people find appealing.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are often tired of people treating you like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you enjoy being babied and pampered.&lt;br /&gt;You have been known to feign inexperience to get out of sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;You fear getting old and losing your childlike charms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a White Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/white-rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You represent youthfulness and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Sweet and heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wild, brilliant, and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;You're a risk taker with an eye to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Zebra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/zebra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You tend to see life in black and white - clearly without filters.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy being part of a group while maintaining your individuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 62% Misanthropic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmisanthropicareyouquiz/misanthropic-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Here's the truth: Most people suck. You are just lucky enough to know it.&lt;br /&gt;You're not ready to go live alone in a cave - but you're getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmisanthropicareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;How Misanthropic Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-3483821685130511070?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3483821685130511070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3483821685130511070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3483821685130511070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3483821685130511070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-after-phuket.html' title='life after phuket --&gt;'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-33850284430625849</id><published>2007-05-01T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:16:54.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"da" trip~~24-28/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I felt like i have so much to say about the phuket trip, but with my mind totally blotched with a multitude of different images flashing intermittently, i really find it hard to pen down the journey coherently. So pardon my poor narration below. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1 24/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All of us met up at Mcd KL sentral. Took the bus to LCCT at 1145 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Filling the arrival/ departure forms at LCCT. Others went to get liquor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059996244118501906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji3xmd-ehI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iRi7fSg9_DE/s320/28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John looking weird with the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059996025075169794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji3k2d-egI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JxvBHpmzE9c/s320/27.JPG" border="0" /&gt; [fr left:mishan, duresh, john, spenz, jeyan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awesome View from plane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059995784557001202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji3W2d-efI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5fb9LFTDLok/s320/26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Outside Phuket International Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059995531153930722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji3IGd-eeI/AAAAAAAAALw/015ufO4G6zo/s320/25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;[fr left: me, ken, spenz, jeyan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First Dinner in Phuket. Waiters from the makan shops at rat-u-thant road were crossing the street towards us hailing for business..haha....very desperate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059995282045827538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji25md-edI/AAAAAAAAALo/Kb6p_GhOLH8/s320/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lepak at Patong beach after we 'cuci mata' at bangla road. Nightlife at Bangla Road is definitely interesting hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059994805304457666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji2d2d-ecI/AAAAAAAAALg/WPOu9a1mywU/s320/23.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2 25/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ken and I went for a morning walk. Bangla road is practically DEAD in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059994590556092850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji2RWd-ebI/AAAAAAAAALY/t0mTN67YRGw/s320/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In front of the Bangla Boxing Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060008600739412546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjjDA2d-ekI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Cz3pwSjKpCI/s320/32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Us at Patong beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059994096634853794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji10md-eaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5_FcsNSluuc/s320/21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went for breakfast buffet after that. yummie. everyone gathered at lobby at around eleven. the went out looking for bikes. 7 bikes for 14 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pumping petrol. oh ya, always go to a petrol station in thailand. these mini " petrol stations" really do cut your throat nicely.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059993465274661266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji1P2d-eZI/AAAAAAAAALI/qMjMd9aMnAQ/s320/20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Started our ramdom journey. went down south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First destination, Karon beach. The beach where we spent the longest hours. Fun hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059993057252768130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji04Gd-eYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Zu49R1VFt6E/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After having enough of the beach, we took a break and had lunch somewhere near. We then went down south again to Dino Park and played mini golf. SUPER FUN..hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059992773784926578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji0nmd-eXI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rbC2vXta_Q8/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went south again, wanting to catch the sunset at Kata beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059992468842248546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji0V2d-eWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WHQzHOnBknc/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059992211144210770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji0G2d-eVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bNVphBAb8cs/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991850366957890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rjizx2d-eUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hz3Yxrm784s/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But we left b4 sunset and continued to Promthep cape. Halfway the weather took a sudden change and dark clouds were gathering, so we backtracked back to patong. Was caught in the rain but reached safely to hotel. Had awesome tomyam for dinner that night at Phuket town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phuket's Mat Rempit's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991592668920114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rjizi2d-eTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OMCgqZZWm-o/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3 26/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Left hotel at 8 something for the chetty and headed for coral island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991343560816930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjizUWd-eSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/q-rKAEE4XUM/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boat ride wasnt as exciting as the one i took to perhentian, so was the entire trip. snorkelling equipment was lousy and we were left on an island after lunch for three freaking hours. Everyone was practically sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991094452713746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjizF2d-eRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hOlYTrQ4eKg/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At night we went for thai oil massage at one of the many massage shops infront of our hotel. not bad. some guys were a bit freaked out when they got guy masseurs haha...btw, we have stretches of gay bars and clubs there too, so can't really blame them. had dinner at rat-u-thant again but diff shop, which was freaking expensive. went and did abit of shopping after that. bought some t-shirts and managed to get some quite good bargain, with help from the typical chinaman, john.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 4 27/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went out looking for bikes again but mishan,darell, john, jeyan and ying ming decided to get a car. headed up north. First stop, surin beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059990763740231938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rjiyymd-eQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/T44UTC_q2vQ/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to bang pae waterfall after that. Nothing interesting. the waterfall is 1 km into the forest. so kinda like jungle trekking abit. it was SO NS like. had lunch there. Btw, noodles in thai look like kuey teows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We then headed to nai thon beach. The waves there are totally cool.. biggest that i've ever seen. there were only a few of us on the beach as this is one of the secluded beaches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059990450207619314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjiygWd-ePI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fwak0UMynBk/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WE left b4 dark, not wanting to get lost cuz the road there was quite narrow and winding, kinda steep as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As it was the last night in phuket, we decided to have a nice dinner. Went to Savoey seafood. I didn't order much but apparently the food is quite good and fairly priced as well. Oh ya, do have baskin robbins there, it's cheaper there hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059990269818992866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjiyV2d-eOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wQlmAUQ5mZE/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059989741538015426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rjix3Gd-eMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/u-RhJZQs_C8/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TOMYAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059990029300824274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjiyH2d-eNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B0r8Cb3Xvlo/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5 28/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone did last minute shopping. WE left hotel at one something. Flight was at four. Had lunch at the airport, burgerking. Super expensive there, but they have triple whooper there. Btw, Mcd here has pork burger, and it's the best seller..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So long, Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059989569739323570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjixtGd-eLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XNykZwNk9sg/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last pic of us at LCCT. The end of the trip we'd been looking forward for so long. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059989097292920994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjixRmd-eKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YhwztqWJeCU/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The few things i got from Phuket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059988886839523474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjixFWd-eJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mcnVSyjIj1U/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059988526062270594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjiwwWd-eII/AAAAAAAAAJA/7afcvXPeBR4/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059601747077396274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjdQ-2d-dzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3WtCpvMBzoY/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059601356235372322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RjdQoGd-dyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SAmCJpNUZ34/s320/CIMG0819+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and of course, memories. &lt;em&gt;Loads&lt;/em&gt; of them.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-33850284430625849?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/33850284430625849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=33850284430625849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/33850284430625849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/33850284430625849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-trip24-284.html' title='&quot;da&quot; trip~~24-28/4'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rji3xmd-ehI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iRi7fSg9_DE/s72-c/28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4080747555341416041</id><published>2007-04-23T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:39:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raNdoM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Title : Why British think 80% of M'sians coming to UK to study law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK Immigration Officer: Purpose of visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: I'm here to study law, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: You know, you must have a lot of lawyers in Malaysia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Well, i've been here for a good twenty years, and I'd&lt;br /&gt;say&lt;br /&gt;80% of Malaysians I see here say they're here to read law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Oh, really? That's really something i never knew. Hard&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;believe in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Just you watch, then. You just stand here until the next&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian comes along, and I'll bet he's here to read law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visitor waits for 5 mins, Ah Chong from Malaysia comes to&lt;br /&gt;immigration counter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Mr. Ah Chong, purpose of visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chong: Study lorr...&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/17577080-4080747555341416041?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4080747555341416041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4080747555341416041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4080747555341416041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4080747555341416041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='raNdoM'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5375241126271395472</id><published>2007-04-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:47:19.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>210407</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/funnotes-view.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="lt" width="280" height="280" wmode="transparent" flashvars="nopanel=true&amp;imgpath=http%3A%2F%2Fimg218.rockyou.com%2Ftextpix%2F8%2F8123%2F8123482%2F8123482_2439fdde1177248343.jpg&amp;glitterp=true&amp;roundp=true&amp;sepiap=false&amp;theme=.swf&amp;shadowp=false&amp;bevelp=false&amp;width=280&amp;height=280&amp;imageWidth=280&amp;instanceid=0&amp;version=2&amp;&amp;userid=4294302&amp;createDateString=Apr%2022%20%2707&amp;username=" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer "/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;em gnirepmap rof&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/17577080-5375241126271395472?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5375241126271395472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5375241126271395472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5375241126271395472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5375241126271395472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/04/210407.html' title='210407'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8911920463902641274</id><published>2007-04-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:16:10.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally knackered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;My portfolio in the kindergarten has been changed three times in total. From tuition teacher for the primary schoolars to a kindergarten class teacher and finally now a computer class teacher. The second was seriously the worst now that i think of it, cuz by 1230 it would feel like i've worked full day...possibly OT...so much of energy required to control the entire class, so much of lawlessness to be taken care of, so much of voice needed to make myself heard over the din. Gosh, somehow i feel relieved that i'm no longer a class teacher. But dun get me wrong, those kids are absolutely charming, in a maddening way. Now i only handle at most four kids at one go, so much difference from handling 13 or so kids at a time. But the tiring part is that i have to run up and down to each class, calling those children for classes, repeating sickeningly again and again the same stuff for the freaking whole week. You just need one week, at most two weeks to know all the children's names. Yes, all 80 of them. And it became an amazingly wonderful tool to keep the children in order, because &lt;em&gt;shouting&lt;/em&gt; "KEEP QUIET" can never whip the lash harder than&lt;em&gt; saying&lt;/em&gt; " havilah, keep quiet".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;there's this boy xin yi who is apparently a headache to all teachers. I always wonder where, WHERE the hell the class teacher gets her voice from, that super high decibel voice that can be heard intermittently from most corners of the kindergarten. Sometimes it just hurts us to hear her screaming like that. THis boy, this BRat, once said " I don't mind being punished, I LOVE punishments" and that drove us all to our different boiling points and we decided that rewards will be the only solution, and thankgoodness it turned out to be an effective one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't really like kids, unless u're loveable and u BEHAVE. But somehow i think ( stressing the word think) my perception has been changed a little. I once asked the teacher who replaced me as the class teacher, who does she think is the naughtiest in class, expecting her to mention the few familiar names i'd been shouting for two weeks, but she just said " to me there are no naughty children, they are just different from one another". So true. However notorious they get, they are not faking it, wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;atever they do, it's not intentionally done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;and one thing, children are forgetful. They know nothing about revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;oh ya, I forgot to mention that i'm giving tuition for this seven year old boy, brandon OOI. Basically i cover the subjects english, bm and maths. This boy's cute, and he just got his left ear lobe pierced last weekend.&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/17577080-8911920463902641274?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8911920463902641274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8911920463902641274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8911920463902641274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8911920463902641274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/04/totally-knackered.html' title='totally knackered'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8790687418217670527</id><published>2007-04-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:23:23.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps the person we turn out today are the results of factors we never took care to notice. The surrounding, the people around us somehow bring the concoction of our behaviours into existence. I always believe that man are born innocent, but to a world far from innocence. A lot others will very well disagree with this credo of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I judge people. A lot. Because I was brought up to believe that strangers never come with good intentions till he/she proves total probity, and with that i managed to save myself from bad things( thanking my parents), but good things are forsaked as well i suppose? perhaps i could have made extra friends? perhaps i could have at least learn something from that few minutes of friendship even though it's with a stranger that i probably wouldn't meet again.&lt;br /&gt;i should probably open up more, to judge less or not at all. Breaking from the chain of conventional beliefs might render some risks, but i think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself."-- Wayne Dyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is harder to crack a prejudice than an atom."-–Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."-- Mother Teresa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&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/17577080-8790687418217670527?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8790687418217670527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8790687418217670527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8790687418217670527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8790687418217670527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/04/perhaps-person-we-turn-out-today-are.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7438556964195305318</id><published>2007-03-31T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:04:57.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;愤与喜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱与恨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生与死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时真的只是一线之差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多一股勇气, 多一份耐心, 多一点坚持, 多抱点希望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许可带给你更多快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;退一步的确是海阔天空&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-7438556964195305318?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7438556964195305318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=7438556964195305318' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7438556964195305318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7438556964195305318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-1591861345378471659</id><published>2007-03-31T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:47:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pikcha randomica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047966248360083570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg36jr-qAHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JToxxWkCqj8/s400/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;::swEEty SWeety corn corn::only thing that drives me to live in cameron::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg379b-qALI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Iy66no0JtYo/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047967790253342898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg379b-qALI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Iy66no0JtYo/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;::shaleen bought for me just b4 econs paper::chocs craving at enc::two milo panas "kao" not in the pic haha::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg37P7-qAKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GG1rH6L-gI4/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047967008569295010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg37P7-qAKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GG1rH6L-gI4/s400/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:: sound i miss hearing::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg36wr-qAJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gWRrMQL5cuQ/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047966471698382994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg36wr-qAJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gWRrMQL5cuQ/s400/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;::name i miss calling::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg36p7-qAII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RFlGiKCpelI/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047966355734265986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg36p7-qAII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RFlGiKCpelI/s400/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;::hand i miss holding::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17577080-1591861345378471659?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/1591861345378471659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=1591861345378471659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1591861345378471659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/1591861345378471659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/pikcha-randomica.html' title='pikcha randomica'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Rg36jr-qAHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JToxxWkCqj8/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-6926789613912132699</id><published>2007-03-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:15:54.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;成长&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;就一定要牺牲往日的童真吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;跟着岁月的步伐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;似乎都忘了原点在哪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;过往对自己的承诺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;有过的美梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;都失去了原有的地位&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;开始学会了放弃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;你呢?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/17577080-6926789613912132699?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/6926789613912132699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=6926789613912132699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6926789613912132699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/6926789613912132699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2591491207469359876</id><published>2007-03-19T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:14:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/02/images/060214_animal_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/02/images/060214_animal_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;ever wonder why does love even exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;cuz though the world is filled with sad stories and cruelties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;we have love to bring us smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;to bring us hope and give us faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;all of which we thought have long vanished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;wiped out in this desert in dire thirst for humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;and just when we thought that every effort made should entail expectations of benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;love is the only thing that could bring us to the frontline of a battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;to do something we never knew we were capable of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;or to do something so small that we didn't even bother to in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;small gestures that can make someone smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;and in the end never to expect anything ANYTHING in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;afterall you've been paid, in the most priceless way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;in different guise it may make its manifestation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;but in all forms we see congruity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;his/ her flaws will never be visible to your senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;as you've overlooked and assimilate them into your existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;you see perfection. nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;loving them has formed your life, to perfect it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;or better, to actually create one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;with love we learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;we grow and thrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;though for some they wither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;it's always worth the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;life may not be all love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;but love is already part of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://andreiard.ro/images/20040229_love_138-3809.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-2591491207469359876?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/2591491207469359876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=2591491207469359876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2591491207469359876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2591491207469359876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/ever-wonder-why-do-love-even-exist-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4127454156842312075</id><published>2007-03-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:09:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;first time punching card&lt;br /&gt;first time willingly self-force to be on time&lt;br /&gt;first &lt;strong&gt;JOB &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It isn't too bad, the job. The only thing i hate about it is having to get up so early and to be there by 730. So much like the life back in school. I walk to the place when there are only streaks of peach lining in the sky, just like the other students that can still hardly open their eyes, only difference is that i am not uniform clad.&lt;br /&gt;Handling primary schoolers. that's my work. So basically i check their homeworks, give them some tuition on bm, bi, maths and science. And occasionally i have to do some translating work, from mandarin to english/bm or take care of kids in the kindergarten, just to help out. Truly an eye-opener, this job. These kids are so so pure, esp the 3 year olds, mere toddlers. They show so much of their emotions and character overtly, and the way they interact is so riveting. You just need to sit down there and i can guarantee you pure amusement. Notwithstanding, they can make your head throb in dire need of paracetamol. And to remember their names is never an easy job, cuz when u need to scream at them and you happen to scream the wrong name, u'll find the kid looking at you blankly for a sec, and then back to his/her mischief. Your almost croaky voice very much wasted.&lt;br /&gt;And at 1230 i'll get my coveted daily release. I will be so so tired by then that a siesta straight after lunch becomes a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Yogazone's fine. Still prefer monasa yoga in Ss2 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my a levels results today. So besides the C i got for my econs 4, i'm very much pleased with it. Am glad that i fullfill all the conditions for my unis offer ;-)&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/17577080-4127454156842312075?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4127454156842312075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4127454156842312075' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4127454156842312075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4127454156842312075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-time-punching-card-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5118228318465771599</id><published>2007-03-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:32:03.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I put up a night in the hostel yesterday. And being there brought me mixed feelings, which neither have words to make clear of nor are possible to verbalise. You know sometimes when ppl say that things change but ppl don't, i feel exactly the opposite. You go back to the same place, hoping to recollect the same feelings you've once had there, but to realise however hard you try it would be to little avail. I've always hoped that i could be like the characters in movies, because when they recall past happenings, they will be able to hear the exact words that've been said(by the exact voice) at the exact spot. I think i'm very much able to visualise what used to happen when i look at the place, but never to hear those words, though i remember them. It would be cool if you can have the total uncut replay of something, especially those that have made you laugh so hard that you &lt;strong&gt;cried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If only i can bend time and space...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RfPkm9bRAuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NP9L5Ry3Ct0/s1600-h/Photos-0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040623765932802786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RfPkm9bRAuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NP9L5Ry3Ct0/s400/Photos-0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nov 19 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[Selina dyeing my streaks of hair red in nabila's room. The once messy room is now cruelly cleared]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040630298578060018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RfPqjNbRAvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PGO2gC7wwu0/s400/five!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;nabila J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/17577080-5118228318465771599?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5118228318465771599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5118228318465771599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5118228318465771599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5118228318465771599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-put-up-night-in-hostel-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RfPkm9bRAuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NP9L5Ry3Ct0/s72-c/Photos-0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5952875024836307914</id><published>2007-03-05T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:19:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[me] i'm going to apply to UTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[mum] why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[me] they have the course actuarial science there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;then the silence, one where so much of thoughts were invading our minds it was hardly even silence for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[mum] you are going to UK. i'll make sure of it. YOU-ARE-GOING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I left the room almost instantaneously, not wanting her to see my damp cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just how can someone love me so much?&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/17577080-5952875024836307914?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5952875024836307914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5952875024836307914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5952875024836307914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5952875024836307914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-im-going-to-apply-to-tar-college.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7483055278528524864</id><published>2007-03-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:19:30.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 07 with buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BBQ At ShuLin's new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;020307&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038082858335011010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RerdqrALAMI/AAAAAAAAADM/eO0ahLGVcQo/s400/CIMG0428.JPG" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to run cuz it was captured on self-timer, thus the weird position &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038088781094912290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RerjDbALASI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cm49-DBmGTE/s400/CIMG0442(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Started off with a peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038084425998074082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RerfF7ALAOI/AAAAAAAAADc/ksk6dSddnIY/s400/CIMG0443(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;then to a love (Inn's head protruding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038084645041406194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RerfSrALAPI/AAAAAAAAADk/YGha3hLK4m8/s400/CIMG0444(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;then a weird octagon from christinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038084919919313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RerfirALAQI/AAAAAAAAADs/S_aUT7nglyQ/s400/CIMG0445(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;finally a perfect love, with no signs of hsieh ni whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&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/17577080-7483055278528524864?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7483055278528524864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=7483055278528524864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7483055278528524864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7483055278528524864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/bbq-at-shulins-new-place.html' title='CNY 07 with buddies'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RerdqrALAMI/AAAAAAAAADM/eO0ahLGVcQo/s72-c/CIMG0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4711443253447135719</id><published>2007-03-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:19:46.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pursuit of happYness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="398" alt="" src="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/277837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's a beautiful story. Not to mention that it's a real one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will Smith was such an influential character and i can TOTALLY feel the happYness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was to the brink of tearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OK fine. Well I was actually &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; the parapet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and little Christopher was a real charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you HAVE to watch this. SERIOUSLY. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just go watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="471" alt="" src="http://images.thewavemag.com/images/articles/14001-15000/14316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="http://www.arktimes.com/Assets/Article/21movies_image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/movies20063/happyness5.jpg" border="0" /&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/17577080-4711443253447135719?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4711443253447135719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4711443253447135719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4711443253447135719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4711443253447135719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='the pursuit of happYness'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4283044885283257048</id><published>2007-02-28T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:48:26.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[I'd never thought that this song raised so much of a controversy, a good song nevertheless]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#6699FF" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nadja-studio.nu%2Fradio%2Fsounds%2F03%20-%20Dixie%20Chicks%20-%20Taking%20The%20Long%20Way%20-%20Not%20Ready%20To%20Make%20Nice.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#6699FF;border:#66FFFF;button:#66CCFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m through with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There’s nothing left for me to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’ve paid a price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I’ll keep paying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can’t you just get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I kind of like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That they’d write me a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/17577080-4283044885283257048?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4283044885283257048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4283044885283257048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4283044885283257048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4283044885283257048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/02/id-never-thought-that-this-song-raised.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7743811267392824072</id><published>2007-02-28T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:20:04.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;DREAM GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jennifer Hudson was seriously SERIOUSLY awe inspiring. Her voice i mean.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Maybe a little of her cheeky disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;AFterall, she got me stop crunching my apple for the whole 3+ minutes, when she liberated possibly everything off her chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and trust me, u have to see beyonce sing the song 'listen' in the movie. This version is simply way overwhelming than any others. Especially with the look from her eyes that pierced right through curtis, to make him take back the words "no depth" that hurted her more than anything else ever could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P1n1BWLsyHg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen, to the song here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A melody I start but cant complete&lt;br /&gt;Listen, to the sound from deep within&lt;br /&gt;It's only beginning to find release&lt;br /&gt;Oh the time has come for my dreams to be heard&lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside and turned&lt;br /&gt;Into your own all 'cause you wont listen&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I am alone at a crossroad&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home in my own home&lt;br /&gt;And I've tried and tried to say whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You should have known&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm done believing you&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gotta find my own&lt;br /&gt;You should have listened&lt;br /&gt;There is someone here inside&lt;br /&gt;Someone I thought had died so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Oh Im screaming out and my dream to be heard&lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside or burned&lt;br /&gt;Into your own all 'cause you won't listen&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I am alone at a crossroad&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home in my own home&lt;br /&gt;And I've tried and tried to say whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You should have know&lt;br /&gt;Oh now I'm done believing you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But now i've gotta find my own&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be moving on&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, If you won't&lt;br /&gt;Listen, to the song here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A melody I started&lt;br /&gt;But I will complete&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm done believing you&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you think you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But now I gotta find my own&lt;br /&gt;My ooown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&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/17577080-7743811267392824072?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7743811267392824072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=7743811267392824072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7743811267392824072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7743811267392824072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/02/dream-girls-jennifer-hudson-was.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-8470130484141575222</id><published>2007-02-26T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:20:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1401303277.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62187932_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1401303277.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62187932_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReKmxaeitHI/AAAAAAAAADA/CNZJW5JaJCg/s1600-h/for+one+more+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a simple yet powerful word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that sometimes permeates every inch of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and you would totally give in without even being asked to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;though with forgiveness the guilt lives on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it may haunt you or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it may be a mild cut that will never heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a thought that can bring you down so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even when you think you've lived off the guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for those who've gotten the forgiveness pined for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lucky you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but things may never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;faith and trust are always hard to earn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but ironically way easier to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and once lost might nv be regained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not in the purest form at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for those who are nv granted forgiveness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or more appropriately not granted the chance to deliver their apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sanity brings you nothing but hell of torments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you wish to alter the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to save yourself from the void you've unwillingly brought into existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to wipe the guilt from your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and most importantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to bring the person back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you would be puzzled at the things you'd done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wondering what thoughts were blotching your mind at that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or were you even sane at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you would resent yourself for the decisions you'd made and thus the way you'd behaved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thinking that they were so not credible(for the present day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even a wrecking ball banging constantly like a metronome at the side of your head that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;would knock you inTO nothing near sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;miss you, grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i would do anything, ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just to spend one more day with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to savour the seemingly everlasting moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-8470130484141575222?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8470130484141575222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8470130484141575222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8470130484141575222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8470130484141575222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/02/guilt-simple-yet-powerful-word-that.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2918151858582541928</id><published>2007-02-25T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:55:33.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beAutiFuL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AT Dong Zen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReGlsqeitDI/AAAAAAAAACI/UMt509KDBKI/s1600-h/CIMG0414(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035488045112144946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReGlsqeitDI/AAAAAAAAACI/UMt509KDBKI/s400/CIMG0414(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReGlZqeitCI/AAAAAAAAACA/8fuMnktHD2M/s1600-h/CIMG0417(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035487718694630434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReGlZqeitCI/AAAAAAAAACA/8fuMnktHD2M/s400/CIMG0417(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mum and dad in the pic ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReGlKKeitBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DY5N3iGzHz0/s1600-h/CIMG0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035487452406658066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReGlKKeitBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DY5N3iGzHz0/s400/CIMG0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~240207~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guess it's still not too late to wish all chinese a happy chinese new year ahead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035498520537379938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px; 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-2918151858582541928?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/2918151858582541928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=2918151858582541928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2918151858582541928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2918151858582541928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful.html' title='beAutiFuL'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/ReGlsqeitDI/AAAAAAAAACI/UMt509KDBKI/s72-c/CIMG0414(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-4133337027094568548</id><published>2007-02-16T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:01:09.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The intensity of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; desperation for a job is overwhelming!! God that can be very depressing. Only now do i know how awfully the jobless are tormented looking at the rate of even a person who is in dire need of a job but not for survival ( me that is) is suffering. Hmm..and yes we're talking about malaysia where the unemployment rate is relatively low. Well that itself would be a significant deterrent to migrate wouldn't it.? Ah...forgive me for my endless crap.........&lt;br /&gt;Went to coll today for some photoshoot for the year book and met most of my coll mates..it's been less than a month since we last met but it seemed longer. weird it is how sometimes the time passed by just didn't seem to be consistent...it's perfectly accountable when we say time flies when we're having fun but sometimes when you can hardly define the time you're having (neutral i guess) the time's somehow cheating on us and not being truthful by ticking seconds away consistently. It has either moved faster or slower, and without us noticing it as we have entrusted the heaviest responsibility to time even before the existence of human. oh no before the human? then i guess we're already doomed to be manipulated by TIME since we first existed. Just random ramblings folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a couple of movies lately...well some aren't THAT lately...night in the museum, confession of pain, curse of golden flower, babel, the holiday, blood diamond, stranger than fiction. would strongly recommend the holiday and blood diamond, just simply superb. Can't wait to finish my cleaning work so i can grab myself some snacks, throw myself on the bed and enjoy the illusionist and dream girls. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-4133337027094568548?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/4133337027094568548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=4133337027094568548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4133337027094568548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/4133337027094568548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/02/intensity-of-desperation-for-job-is.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5057854323475961618</id><published>2007-02-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:11:24.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;People born on 8 - 17 and 26 of any month, are characterised by what known as number eight personalities. The planet Saturn is your ruler, a slow-moving planet and is considered as the giver of pain and misery, also Saturn is the governor of your own temperament. Although eight is the number of confidences, the life of eight people is full of ups and down and terrible struggles and changes. You will see a lot misfortune in life, but you are really brave and can face calamities with confidence. Eight people are of meditative nature, sincere worker, honest and reliable. Your nature is grave, polite and submissive. For so long you are a helper to somebody, serve him in every way and give him shelter. But when you are angry with somebody, then your personality takes the form of a cyclone and you decide to finish him. Inwardly you are soft, but outwardly you are hard like rock. You are a good friend, good relative, good neighbour and a good spouse too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm...80% true i guess ;-)&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/17577080-5057854323475961618?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5057854323475961618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5057854323475961618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5057854323475961618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5057854323475961618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-persons-born-on-8-17-and-26-of-any.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-9071678260272761602</id><published>2007-02-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:22:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I do like staying at home, enjoying the pleasure of having the whole house to myself and most importantly, some peace. But too much of something still won't do anyone any good, and i really need to get out of the house, hit the mall or whatever, just to get myself busy. Yes, just anything to deprive me of the time spent pondering over things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-9071678260272761602?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/9071678260272761602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=9071678260272761602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/9071678260272761602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/9071678260272761602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-do-like-staying-at-home-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7230999942105958012</id><published>2007-02-06T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:12:02.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commencement of my longest break ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's been busy BUSY cleaning house since my graduation from alevels...CNY IS COMING!! it's both exciting and empty at the same time...exciting cuz the thought of getting angpaos and just anything bout CNY will induce the production of any positive hormones i have...even the noisy and irritating at some point CNY songs...cuz it really does perk up the hustling bustling mood for ushering a new year...and the thoughts of shaking my legs and no nagging from parents truly gives me the full drive to clean the house( though it's only valid for 15 days)...so, it can be ironically empty as it has been for the past two years cuz sis and bro won't be around...and when the house's so empty i will keep thinking back how it used to be when there were five of us...sis would be frantically doing all the last minute cleaning with mum while i'd be shaking legs writing some chinese caligraphy and watching those oh-my-which-one-to-choose shows/ movies aired...bro would be preparing to play the firecrackers, some of which he 'invented'...dad would be preparing stuffs for prayers...oh my, even at this moment, just the thought of all these can really trigger my emotional side...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss you lots che and ko!&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;so besides cleaning, of lately i din really do much...searching for a job now...desperately need one( with good pay)...check up yogazone..most prob joining in march...really can't wait to start yoga classes again and to expose myself to pilates as well...managed to meet up with my klang kaki's last sat...it was so nice just to hang around and update with each other...everytime i see them they do change a little but still nevertheless the same somehow...we're still LOUD basically...went play badminton with some of them today...so now am freaking tired...so tat's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;tata ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-7230999942105958012?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7230999942105958012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7638131686888526801</id><published>2007-01-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:13:51.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moveD on..stOpped by..and movIng on agaiN - it's just the way life worKs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's one of those days when i feel like i'm dreaming and everything regardless of how i'm feeling just go on as they normally do..they don't stop...they nv do anyway..like when i finished national service and the sudden change back to my life at home was a bit dramatic..no more waking up at five..no more physical trainings and classes...and most importantly no more seeing my buddies in ns everyday..it's the end and you just have to move on...but before i could mentally move on..i missed the life there badly..yes even the boring classes..unless i get myself very busy...i will still think a lot bout it...and now i'm feeling exactly the same...it's been both shockingly fast and long at the same time, a levels...life in coll...and when my friend told me after my last paper on friday that this is finally the formal end of our a levels, i still din absorb the fact cuz i was basically TOO absorbed with the damn DAMN econs paper..but now i really do...i keep thinking things that happened in coll+hostel this one and a half year...the orientation day..the first class( it's sheila's class!) ..prom...class trips...hostel life..but if i were to move out of hostel now the effect of the aftermath will definitely be greater...&lt;br /&gt;coll life has been an interesting journey...know loads of new friends..gain lots academically( obviously ).. try new things..perception much wider now...and i think i've grown up and matured more as well...knowing more about people and how to deal with them...and know how to control my FINANCES better...cuz staying outside really makes u budget better(and a bit more stingy as well hehe)....but one sad thing bout coll was that i din really get to do a lot of sports...thus in that sense i still very much prefer my life in secondary school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like ending the post with something motivating ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER GIVE UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick to the fight when you're hardest hit - it's when things seem worst that you musnt quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but great minds rise above them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEW YOU PLANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when obstacles arise, change your direction to reach your goal, not the decision to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELIEVING IN YOUR SELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always remember that your own resolution to succceed is more important than anything else-abraham lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-7638131686888526801?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7638131686888526801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=7638131686888526801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7638131686888526801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7638131686888526801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/01/moved-onstopped-byand-moving-on-again.html' title='moveD on..stOpped by..and movIng on agaiN - it&apos;s just the way life worKs'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-2341304675749262252</id><published>2007-01-25T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:14:25.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;In the room of 200, he asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Who would like this $20 bill?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hands started going up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He then asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Who still wants it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Still the hands were up in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, he replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"What if I do this?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Now, who still wants it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Still the hands went into the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;No matter what I did to the money, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It was still worth $20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Many times in our lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;by the decisions we make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and the circumstances that come our way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We feel as though we are worthless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;But no matter what has happened or what will happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;you will never lose your value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dirty or clean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;crumpled or finely creased, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;you are still &lt;strong&gt;priceless&lt;/strong&gt; to those who DO LOVE you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You are special - Don't EVER forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Count your blessings, not your problems. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&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/17577080-2341304675749262252?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/2341304675749262252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=2341304675749262252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2341304675749262252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/2341304675749262252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-known-speaker-started-off-his.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-5538604055905132080</id><published>2007-01-23T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:24:34.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoNg dAy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it's been a &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; long day today...went to the GIC scholarships interview in malacca which means that i got up around four thirty and left klang at five thirty sharp..slept through most of the journey..and was so freaking tired that i got to grab a choc bar before i went to the hotel..felt so much better after that...god chocolate really does miracle to me man...&lt;br /&gt;It started off with an introductory talk by the personnel dept director himself, which i found very informative...now i can understand why they can accept having freshies from engineering courses working in the financial field...a totally unrelated field from what they've been exposed in uni's...cuz in the end it's how fast the mind works and responds that really matter...especially when we're talking bout the volatile financial mkts...so having other degrees like engineering or computer science is actually an extra edge because you'll have the extra technical knowledge besides the ability to analyse things, which such graduates can do very well....so my advice to ppl still deciding on a course...sciences are still better and take you further..unless you really hate sciences or you are really confident in say, reading law or architecture, taking a science course is arguably the safest ( especially engineering)...&lt;br /&gt;So the whole process of testing the candidates was quite thoroughly done..each will have two interviews and four tests...verbal and numerical tests was horribly done basically...i was guessing most of the time and i couldn't finish so i just ticked the answer randomly( 60 questions in 30 minutes for each paper)...personality test was fine..something like those quizzes u can get online to define yourself..then the last one wasn't really a test...we were to write a paragraph of less than 100 words in 5 minutes about erm...can't remember the exact question but it's something like EQ is more important than IQ....and one new thing that i discover today is that i can actually crap A LOT....haha...and it was fun crapping cuz you won't get all up tight..but of course the rate of crapping and the rate of impressing the interviewer are always negatively correlated...haha...&lt;br /&gt;though tiring it was fun and worth the trip down to malacca...saw my junior from convent pei shan ..then made a couple of new friends...to wrap it all, an interesting day it was.... and now looks like my plan to study m2 tonight will have to wait...a full recharge is badly in need now...chiaoz~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-5538604055905132080?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/5538604055905132080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=5538604055905132080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5538604055905132080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/5538604055905132080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-randomness.html' title='LoNg dAy'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7257096221270711287</id><published>2007-01-20T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:15:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ToRn bY strING of THORNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;eXACtly like when i revisited the website to confirm my unsuccessful application for jpa scholarship, i did the same for my oxford application...but the subtle difference with this time round is that it hit me way harder...i was much calmer when i reconfirm the news at ucas and did a little thinking why was the news so hard to stomach...and i figured out...at least i think i did....well asean scholarship was some sort of recognition that i can tolerate with insane level of stress and 'kiasusm' and therefore it was my prior goal back in secondary school to be able to blend myself in those scary junior colleges in spore....and failing the application did hit me quite hard as it was a 'long-term goal' and securing a merit award wasn't something i wanted (merit awards only includes the tuition fees)..so moving on...next was jpa scholarships and bank negara scholarships... was quite sad about not getting jpa after the interview but bank negara was some kinda try-luck thingy so it wasn't too bad...then there was jardine scholarships...which i didn't manage to get through to the second interview..but even if i did i wouldn't be entitled to it then cuz i'm not accepted to oxford now...ok..so the main point was why was the latest failure the worst of all? first, because it wasn't a scholarhip...it was an application to a higher education institution and that's &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; different..so failing that means u can't study there whereas the thing with scholarship is that you may still be able to study there but you will then need to fritter away your own precious funds...secondly, also the more important point, is that i really love maths...and yes you heard me maths, &lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;!! sounds like a maniac but that's the plain truth...it really does mean a lot to a person when he/she is being appreciated or recognised for something and that something is truly his/her passion...seriously&lt;em&gt; it really does&lt;/em&gt;...without fail i can always find a niche of my own doing maths and not to mention the inherent ecstatic feeling i get when i solved mind-boggling maths questions..i worked hard for maths and i willingly did so and thus the perfect reward for me is to be recognised and to continue my passion in a highly regarded institution for the subject i love...so being rejected by oxford IS really something to me...i am sad of course with the repetitive dashing of hopes but this time round it reveals so palpably how important maths is to me and to excel in it ...well at least now i know that i am so right about choosing a mathematical course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes as usual i'll grieve for sometime and bearing in mind the words of console by my loved ones.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-7257096221270711287?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7257096221270711287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-would-have-failed.html' title='I would have failed ;-)'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/Ratx4U85ioI/AAAAAAAAABg/YYYXCMS5qwc/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-3210274670382930200</id><published>2007-01-10T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:16:04.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTudYing HaRd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST GREAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I couldn't go to the Malaysian Open (Proton Malaysia Super Series) last year cuz it's way too far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year it's at SBKL Cheras :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i am grounded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn DAMN the exams :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ps: for those who're interested, the tourney draws is available here ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internationalbadminton.org/draws.asp"&gt;http://www.internationalbadminton.org/draws.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-3210274670382930200?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/3210274670382930200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=3210274670382930200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3210274670382930200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/3210274670382930200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2007/01/studying-hard.html' title='sTudYing HaRd'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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Ok..erm one thing sad about the new year is that january will mark the official end of my a-levels education..sad sad...well it's just a shuffling to another phase of my life..so how has been my 2006? as usual there has been ups and downs...but more of the former and i'm grateful for everything that was in-stored for me to make the ride of 2006 an exciting one..well not that there has been any whackingly prominent changes but there has been some significant ones of which i'm rather pleased with....Spent lotsa time in hostel+college...which very well explains the unbreakable bond i've developed with my closely knit hostemates..i got to know my collegemates better as well...trips of ice skating ain nothing new to us anymore...and i got the chance to do rock-climbing too...special thanks to azraai , ken and duresh..tried sheesha as well..and not forgetting the time when i played catching with coll mates and hostel mates in midvalley after mid-night( it was DAMN fun...sweet memories)...and yes one of great things was that i got to know a few good vb players cuz i played in a new team with completely different members(except fen)for the selangor u-20 open tournament...i was worried at first cuz i have never played with any other members as a team and i was totally unacquainted of their individual styles..and setter can never afford that...but we made a great team and managed to pull through to be in the fourth place, when we did not expect anything...miss them lots and really hope to play with them more often..no offence ya convent kaki's...also i had my first chocolate buffet!! it was just purely heavenly and even the thought of it now gets me drooling..YUM YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it will be long b4 i brace myself for a higher calibre of brain-cracking+tormenting businesses in sept...hence the need to plan well for the first three quarter of my 2007....hmm...so what are my plans..or more importantly, what about my new year resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without MUCH effort i can list down the things i want (hope) to achieve.. hehe... afterall there's HARDLY any trouble listing HARD resolutions.. but will still try my very best for regrets are one of things i can HARDLY tolerate...so here u go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. REally hope to find a great job with good pay ; preferably working in some gift/souvenir shops for a few months so can pick up some crafts ( not for long though, just sufficient for me to learn something new) : might then switch to some other appealing jobs...searching for jobs will start right after i finish my a levels finals.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. Continue my piano lessons; will make sure i take and PASS my grade eight practical this time..and hope to learn to play by ear.. most probably will get the books and learn myself if it's possible...courses are way too pricy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. Continue my yoga lessons; will try pilates and other fusions of yoga and pilates as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. Learn some languages ; mum suggested japanese which's quite appealing..always wanted to speak japanese... foreign languages just somehow amaze me..probably cuz i couldn't understand them hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to play the most heart warming woodwind instrument- flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6. Control my temper. The incorrigibly impatient me shall diminish and hopefully u'll see the new mild-mannered suzhen.(possibly attributable to watching too much of boliling point hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Meet up with all my friends more often, especially my klang kaki's cuz i hardly spend any time with 'em all through my a levels as i was in kl most of the time...and will always meet up with my hostelmates as well..coll mates not excluded *wink wink*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Spend more time with mum. Mum was practically alone at home most of the time when i was busy in kl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SEriously hope i can achieve all of the above...nothing's too tough though...practical resolutions are far more motivating and exciting at the same time...o' right, to all people on globe, have a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Great*Riot-free*Epidemic-free*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Action-packed*Triumphant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;may all live in peace~~ smiles~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/y.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/01/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/01/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Earth/n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Earth/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/Earth/w.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/01/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/01/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/y.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/f/44/r.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Create your own at MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-8738086310462926747?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/8738086310462926747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=8738086310462926747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8738086310462926747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/8738086310462926747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/12/alright-here-comes-semangat-to-welcome.html' title='h3r3 c0m35 0903+1221-0121+02(2x1)'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-7295094485524907701</id><published>2006-12-22T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:18:41.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BiDding AdIeU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECRETS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"We all have them and I think we're entitled to them. They make our lives more interesting, and when we decide to share them, our relationhip become more &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;meaningful.&lt;/span&gt; The place where secrets are kept can also provide a haven, a retreat from the rest of the world, where one's identity can be shaped and reaffirmed, where being alone can bring security and peace. Still, secrets can be an awful burden to bear, especially if some sense of shame is attached to them, even if the source of shame is not the secret holder. Or the allure of our secrets can be too strong, strong enough to make us feel we can't live without them, that we wouldn't even be who we are without them." -bill clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hostelmates --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sHaleen*SeLina*Becca*NAbiLa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a doubt it was secrets that brought us closer,&lt;br /&gt;but being truthful and fun loving all the time were the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;charms&lt;/span&gt; that tied our &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt; together. cheers ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fellow hostel comrades&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; [ july05-dec06 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011263531062677970" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RYuUnXTcUaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8NyHseygVcg/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and yes, my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; roomie sHaleen, luv ya lots~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011265704316129762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RYuXm3TcUeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/v7NhohaWVKU/s320/Shaleen+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-7295094485524907701?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/7295094485524907701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=7295094485524907701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7295094485524907701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/7295094485524907701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/12/bidding-adieu.html' title='BiDding AdIeU'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/RYuVoXTcUdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JY8tUV_oh5o/s72-c/DSC03674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-116273840285580274</id><published>2006-11-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:12:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of guy fawkes failure * guy fawkes night * bonfire night * fireworks night</title><content type='html'>A popular British rhyme is often quoted on Guy Fawkes Night, in memory of the Gunpowder Plot:&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember, the 5th of November&lt;br /&gt;The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;&lt;br /&gt;I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason&lt;br /&gt;Should ever be forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,&lt;br /&gt;'Twas his intent.&lt;br /&gt;To blow up the King and the Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;Three score barrels of powder below.&lt;br /&gt;Poor old England to overthrow.&lt;br /&gt;By God's providence he was catch'd,&lt;br /&gt;With a dark lantern and burning match&lt;br /&gt;Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring&lt;br /&gt;Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip Hoorah !&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip Hoorah !&lt;br /&gt;A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,&lt;br /&gt;A farthing cheese to choke him.&lt;br /&gt;A pint of beer to rinse it down,&lt;br /&gt;A faggot of sticks to burn him.&lt;br /&gt;Burn him in a tub of tar,'&lt;br /&gt;Burn him like a blazing star.&lt;br /&gt;Burn his body from his head,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/1600/v%20for%20vendetta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/320/v%20for%20vendetta.0.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the trip to johor was great, thousand thanks to bila and her family...and it's the first time i got duit raya!! food was great as well, bila's mum literally stuffed us as much as she could....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched two movies this week..open season was disappointing...sad..am looking forward to happy feet...afterall penguins are cute so even if the animation does not turn out to be good it wont be too bad...thanks to the cutey penguins...the prestige was awesome...one of the good movies which seem to be a rarity nowadays...christopher nolan was really a genius in manipulating the plots..turning a normal story to one which offers so much of suspense..and the style of delivering is simply superb...one of the jig-saw puzzle type of movie...seriously love it....christian bale's good as well...a real brash....and yes...the stunning scarlette johanson is forever lovely and riveting ;-) one of the must watch.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-116273840285580274?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/116273840285580274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=116273840285580274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/116273840285580274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/116273840285580274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-of-guy-fawkes-failure-guy-fawkes.html' title='the day of guy fawkes failure * guy fawkes night * bonfire night * fireworks night'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-116157210771874629</id><published>2006-10-23T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:25:10.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quotidiant one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;haven't blogged for two months now...and thanks to deeparaya holiday i'm able to take a badly needed break, to online and to do whatever stuffs that the lack of time has been depriving me from all this while...last two months have been relatively busy...stressed out on the preparation for oxford interview...really am thankful to all my friends that have given superb ideas and guidance and support...lucky thing was that the interviewer did not ask any personal questions but just maths and maths and maths...some of which i dithered and i felt nothing but stupid not being able to answer them...however badly the interview went, it's finally over!! and i sort of celebrated the post-interview by spending some time with my hostel mates..played tanglung and candles and ya not to forget those delectable mooncakes!! absolutely in love with the mixed-nuts mooncake...am craving for it even at this moment...haha...wonder if there's any after-festivity-low-priced stocks available in the market now..hmm...&lt;br /&gt;without fail in every long post i'd post my comments on the movies i've seen...so ...the last two months i've seen snakes, the banquet, on the edge, nanny mcphee, the devil wears prada, john tucker must die, rob-b-hood and eight below....so my takes--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snaKes- a movie that i was practically in a shocked-mode most of the time, cuz snakes lie in my category of pets-of-aversion, along with sharks. The movie was fine overall, though graphic wasn't that good compared to anaconda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thE baquet- excellently directed, love the setting. A little slow-paced however. Zi Yi escalated to an even higher level of performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oN the edge - a very emotional movie. reminds me of infernal affairs. it shows ever clearly that we are not always granted the luxury of choosing and forced to accept the predicament we've been put into, or worse still, to be glad of being in such states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanny mcphee - a light watch for people who wants some fairy tale after a hard day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the devil wearS prada - standin ovation for meryl streep!! she's just so stylishly devilish and the way she sends your ego (which has alrealy dwindled to a paucity of basic self confidence the moment she sets her ever small but piercing sharp eyes on you) escalating down to nothing but self-hatred out of imperfections is something awe-inspiring...thanks to her the movie was superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john tUcker must die- hmm...the heart-throb from desperate housewives jesse metcalfe was an object to idolize in the movie...the funniest part was when he took estrogen and got all gay...it's amazing that he was willing to drop his man ego and put up a great perfomance of being a little more feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rob-b-hood - something different from jackie chan. he and louis khoo made great parents and without fail the comedy tickled my nerves with some really hilarious scenes. Not to forget it got quite emotional in the end when the perfect matched parents tried to save the ohh-so-charming baby...shed some tears..just like nabila ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight below - i kept the best till the last. this will be definitely be on my top ten must watch list ( though i've not started the list hehe). it's just so so good. really evocative and truly heart-felt. it tells so much of dogs, how faithful and how STRONG they are...how the dogs supported each other with their nature instinct. I dare say even those who HATE dogs will enjoy the movie, just give it a shot please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, done with the movies...really am in the holiday mood now...been goin out often...most prob will go to my frens' house tomolo for raya...and ya, going down to batu pahat with shaleen to visit my crazee nabila, cant wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din get to wish the hindhus happy deepavali....still..happy deepavali and selamat hari raya to all muslims on globe ;-)&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/17577080-116157210771874629?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/116157210771874629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=116157210771874629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/116157210771874629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/116157210771874629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/10/quotidiant-one.html' title='a quotidiant one'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-115626108511186171</id><published>2006-08-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:25:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of idle ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;aM in the middle of my longest holiday of the year...has been sleeping alot, which is truly the prime manifestation of a real holiday...got my second term exam results last friday...am glad i won't need to fritter away four hundred bugs to resit my accounting paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sis left for glasgow today at 2 am...thought it would be a quotidiant one like giving her a great hug squashing her out of breath or saying good luck that kinda stuff...instead i just gave her a slight hug and kinda avoided eye contact...dun wanna get myself emotional...which i did when she left...just hate to say goodbye..it's like swishing fast since the last time i went to klia but that was the arrival's...one minute she's happily doing her sudoku, drinking her coffee, watching desperate housewives, the next she's on her way back to the cold gloomy city...i don't even remember saying good luck...so hey if i didn't,sis, here's one huge wish of GOOD GREAT LUCK all the way just from klang...and ya also to dear khers and cl, best of luck for the one year ahead before i next get crazee with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lan class today...and the lecturer brought up some issue and did some work of criticism which i didn't really agree with...she says that she's perfectly cool about polygamy and thus the legal practice of muslims and she's totally against those who get divorce in order to plunge into a new relationship legally....how is it fair to your wives that you actually have to split attention to each of them equally cuz i dont think that husbands that can have that sort of ability are truly devoted to any one of the wives..ya it's true that you granted your first wife a title before moving on to the second but what the heck, if you're truly in love with one woman, i personally dun think that you'll be able to give the second or the third or whom ever other than the first your full self..unless you suffer from a bitterly serious memory loss that you dun even remember knowing who's the first...thus the one you love, or loved, and will therefore be able to engage in any relationship fresh...that being said, if you really dun find yourself as much in love with your spouse as before anymore, i think the justifiably right thing to do is to at least tell him/her and move on with your life with less burden...i am of course not encouraging divorce as there are other issues that needed to be dealt with, primarily children, if there's any, but somehow divorce's a hell lot more appropriate than polygamy, which to me is just a legal way of cheating on your wives...call me old-fashioned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sis caught this few lines fr desperate housewives shown on tv the day when she was cleaning the room, which she found truly heartfelt and i really have to agree with her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women were arguing on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Susan, all night long I’ve been trying to help you stop being so crabby. And you refused to let me help.” yells the older of the two women. “Why are you being this way? I’m just tryin’ to...to lighten things up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop acting like tonight is about helping me. You wanted to go out and have fun and Lamont over there needed a date. So you set up a double date!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s not true!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes it is.” Susan sits down on the stairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK fine. It’s true.” admits the older woman. “I wanted to go out and have fun. But why shouldn’t I? You know how depressed I’ve been over my breakup with Morty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I do. And that’s what makes me so crazy. You know ...the difference between you and I is that you could be heartbroken and you can just...move on..” Susan sobs. “And I... I’m just...broken.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know you’re sad.” anger finally dissipates from within the older woman. She wraps her arms around Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, mom. I’m not sad. And I’m not crabby. I’m devastated, and you keep acting like all I need is a couple of aspirin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, Morty was just...one guy in a series of guys for you. And Mike...he was the one. Why don’t you get that?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so deep....surprisingly from the ever fidgety susan mayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-115626108511186171?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/115626108511186171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=115626108511186171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/115626108511186171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/115626108511186171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts-of-idle-ponder.html' title='thoughts of idle ponder'/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-115419260522439122</id><published>2006-07-30T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:29:20.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*PiCs*</title><content type='html'>cHinese have this saying--&gt; picture speaks a thousand words. 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started going malls on weekdays (like last monday) and do some shopping at hours which i would normally be having lectures...coolness...that's how life's been too good that it's like holiday everyday...however days of leisure such as these do normally culminate in money budgetting problems...cons of shopping--&gt;argH...tell me about it....&lt;br /&gt;watched quite a few movies : Just My Luck, Pirates of the Carribean 2 and the lake house. sO, as usual my takes on these movies....JML was fine for some good laughs and doing some unwinding job i would need after a long day....well the long awaited movie of johnny depp was kinda disapointing..a bit too draggy and it seems like they were just trying too hard to force some sense of humour into any scene possible that it seemed a little too desperate...but i do like the beginning part when depp was mistook as the god by some tribe that he was to be burned as a sacrifice...i wonder what happened to the poor dog...haha....and one more thing, the plots did not progress smooth enough that each plot was just bluntly cut off from one another...and the switch of plots often leave the audience baffled, who turned around in search of other faces contorted with puzzlement just to reassure themselves that they are not the only one not getting grip of the story ( fully at least)...hmm...speak of disapointment....the Lake House..haha....starring my all time favourite Keanu Reeves...still a lovable guy though he's in his forties... a typical slowly paced romance....but this one's quite a catch in that the time element it introduced was quite confusing with lots of flashbacks....really like the idea...somehow the puzzle fits perfectly well by the end of the story....and not to mention the lake house itself is such a beauty...a house made entirely of glass..it's just so cool...but privacy's a thing to abandon as said in the movie.......&lt;br /&gt;my 19th birthday was a good one.....hostel mates decided to pay for my pussy cat dolls beach party ticket...appreciated it...the concert however was quite a disapointment...they put up a very short 45 minutes performance altogether...the live performance wasn't very good and i must say that they were not good at getting the crowd (and not to mention that the crowd was already so D-E-A-D)...so besides that, i had a mini-post concert-birthday surprise from my hostel mates..real sweet of them...then a classmate of mine treated me to a really satisfying meal at strudels, thanks kathik..went to strudels again today to treat some classmates..was quite disheartened when i couldnt have the blueberry strudels..will definitely add that to my must-try list of food....had double celebration with my family and am going to have a late celebration with my fellow good friends back in klang tomorrow....and i just found out something few days ago...according to my mum, i was born on the 1st day of the second month of June following the lunar calendar( apparently 1987 was a leap year with a double month of june)...so basically i will only celebrate my chinese birthday every 20++ years and strictly speaking i am not even one year old now following the lunar calendar..haha...that's great....i can be old yet so young ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/400/bUrfDa3%2006%20%40%20hOuS3%20006c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CutTing towArDs mY LasT yEar of t33n&lt;/em&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-115215823481428987</id><published>2006-07-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:27:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Exam's been over like only one week but it 'd already seemed like ages...guess i had a really eventful and busy week then...alrite so wat was i basically busying with?? well the following two days after the last paper was quite an irony in some way...cuz i was busy shoppin for prom which fell on last thursday...shoppin's fun(given that u have some good money in hand to splurge) but if it's like hunting for stuffs under the pressure of seeing the clock ticking menacingly and you had yet lots to look for and the absence of sale's not helping you...you go like...why do ppl love shopping??hahaa...that however only remains a temporary issue....it won't be a crude generalisation that girls forever love shopping...then came thursday...was a real busy day....manage to catch the earliest superman returns at 11.45...wasn't really good though the movie...and my body was aching after the almost three hours long movie....think spiderman's much more interesting...talking bout movies...seriously can't wait to see captain jack sparrow on screen again...just hope that hopes don't always lead to dissapointment... after the movie...went back to hostel and prepared for prom...managed to get some shut eye then....prom was fine...get to see ppl looking their best and snap pics with fellow classmates and friends...performances were mediocre except for the first two performances especially the belly dancing which was really impressive..and the dancing troupe was said to have come from klang...haha....food was satisfactory but wasn't really anything special...after the late night....went back to hostel and started packing for the trip to perhentian....managed to have a little chitchat with becca and shaleen before we swayed subconsciously across the earth-slumberland border and had a sound sleep...and before we really sunk into a good sleep, the ever nettling sound of alarm graced the morning's silence and we have to fight against the sluggishness and hurried ourselves to last minute packing.....reached bus station almost two hours before the ride and the subsequent eight hours of bus ride was a real torment....reached kuala terengganu by five in the afternoon and was so exhausted..but manage to have ais kacang later and becca's parent pampared us with a scrumptious dinner so dat really helped to brighten up the day, or to be more precise, ligthen up the night....hahah....&lt;br /&gt;got up early next morning to catch the 8.30 bus to kuala besut which means we were to endure another two hours of torturing bus ride...never knew the jetty to pulau perhentian is that far from k.terengganu...the speedboat ride from mainland to the island was really a bumpy and fun ride...we got lifted off the seats real high when the boat got to hit some real tough wave....our butt seriously hurted like hell.....and the boat went so fast my cap just flew off into the sea...that was the sad part of the fun part...we were all worn out after the 40 minutes ride but upon reaching our chalet and being warmly welcomed by the owner of the chalet who had prepared lunch for us(the food was just awesome), we felt energetic instantaneously and went snorkelling....dat was fun but tide was kinda high so water weren't as clear as usual...manage to see lots of fishes (nemo and dory)..turtle and corals...went to a few spots and there's this small island famed for its cold spring water where even strangers just splash the cold water to you...that was fun as well..it's like we just played around without even knowing each other's names...after snorkelling went back to our island and spent some leisurely time by the beach....never knew sand makes good bed.. managed to sand-burried one of my friends...haha...and kinda made a sculpture out of it....had one of the most care-free moments in life...&lt;br /&gt;dinner was superb...we were basically spoilt for choice...had barbeque fish, squid, prawn, fried rice, salad and satay....palatte was seriously pampared...had a good sleep after that and before we spent enough time in slumberland again we had to wake up at six to see sunrise....but the sky was too cloudy so we couldn't see a perfect sunrise...snap some shots nevertheless and then went back to sleep before we had our last meal there and left the island at eleven something...&lt;br /&gt;reached kt bout three in the afternoon...had keropok lekor REBUS instead of goreng cuz my throat was already itching...after that went and meet up sharon, one of my best mates in national service..had some good moments even though we crapped as usual....went to beach for a while...took some pics...then had nasi dagang for dinner...it's a speciality in terengganu and it wasn't dissapointing at all...good food, good company, good time.....before we realised, the trip came to an end just like every other thing...so my advice to ppl goin to perhentian(kecil), go for lily chalets...they are so cheap yet with good services....not to forget their good food as well...haha....&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of perhentian~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/320/wateva%20108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/320/wateva%20119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/320/wateva%20128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;saw this mermaid on the beach~cool&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/17577080-115215823481428987?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/115215823481428987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-115133881354988877</id><published>2006-06-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:27:29.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relieved. RELIEVED. Finally the seem to last ever so long exam's over. Wasn't really overjoyed when i finished the last paper besides screeching a little outside the exam hall. Funny how i was always constantly thinking how elated i would be after the torturous stint of more than a month but when it's really over...the feeling wasn't as great as i thought it would be...but like SOME say, maybe it will take some time to finally let the 'fuh,finally' feeling to sink in. Last paper was ok and when the invigilator said we'd got five more minutes left, even though i was still busy scribbling whatever running across my mind, i was still able to lift a light smirk. RELIEVED. good. NOW i can sleep as much as i could. TIME to redeem my sleeping coupons i have earned so hard for. TIME to weave dreams.&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/17577080-115133881354988877?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/115133881354988877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=115133881354988877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/115133881354988877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/115133881354988877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/06/relieved.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-115003631172440745</id><published>2006-06-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:27:47.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GOoodness me...i couldn't believe my eyes when i saw the date on which i last update my blog...almost a month...well it would be in a number of hours....seriously hate exams...how nice would it be if we'd only have classes all and lectures and discussions but NO EXAMS...i think we will enjoy learning any subject better than way...wonder who came up with the idea of having tests and examinations..true it would be important to gauge where we stand and as a measure of our cognitive level..but if we really love the subject and enjoy learning it ..there should be no such objective assessments afterall i think...&lt;br /&gt;Besides having to mug up for this exams...this pass two weeks have been really great....sister came back last week...had lots to catch up with her.. then later on that week got a real GENUINE surprise from my friends.... a friend of mine apparently made up a story and asked to see me...that really got me worried sick...and that friend later popped out in front of my house with two other friends whom i couldn't believe were standing right in front of me at that moment...thought that they were some sort of apparition i've imagined at first...both of my friends from russia came back almost a month earlier for the summer break...was really surprised and touched by their masterplan of giving everyone a shock of their life....can you imagine even their parents didn't know they were planning to come back earlier since they set foot in russia last year?it was a real good surprise though...luv you guys lots, khers and cl...surprises are fun but giving surprises and seeing it work well is far more rewarding....you really get to see different reactions especially that of those you care about and love....so if your life have been a wee bit boring...some simple surprises for ppl around you might be able to spice it up a bit....haha&lt;br /&gt;and then this week my brother came back...was seriously missing him a lot cuz we rarely talk on phone since he left...felt like i've got a lot to talk to him but those things just evaporated to nowhere when i saw him...so we just had moments of silence..as we always had cuz he's a guy with few words....sometimes it's just so funny how it works.....in the absence of someone that you are really missing...you'll feel like telling them everything that you did or happened around you...every triffle things...and somehow you can just relate those things in some way or another with the things you've done with them before...and when the time comes where you meet again...these things just 'pak'...vanish in a snap of finger and there and then you'll be lost for words...hmmm...guess that's what happens when you really care for them and distance has indeed made your hearts grow fonder of one another and strenghtened the bonds....that however doesn't mean that distance is good or anything....the cons does often outweigh the pros...&lt;br /&gt;watched three movies in the past weeks....first was da vince code....was only mediocre....as i have read part of the book,the movie's was generally better at the later part which i have not read about...so again this movie's kinda to the disadvantage of the book readers..like harry potter...the effects in some part of the movie was quite good though..especially when langdon was trying to break the anagram with his photographic memory and the part when leigh teabing was explaining to sophie about the holy grail using the plasma....damn cool....that's the trademark of the director ron howard..always using that sort of effect...in other movies as well.. like a beautiful mind...the second movie i saw was over the hedge..it was in all quite entertaining and carried an indirect message of ppl maltreating the nature..with all those technology advances driving some animals towards the brink of extinction due to a loss of their own habitat...so it's quite educating as well besides guaranteeing some laughters.....then the third movie....X men....din watch the first two of the trilogy but the third wasn't too hard to follow....it was good...luv all the superpowers of the mutants....wished i've got some of the powers too...hahah...effects was good....but some said there were too much of killing and limited space for character developement...can't comment bout that though.....&lt;br /&gt;so far have finished two papers....still have got six to go...this week will sit for the killer subject--&gt;econs unit 5.....am struggling hard now...will try my best and whack the paper in whatever way i could...ahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;till then ...adieu...&lt;br /&gt;&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/17577080-115003631172440745?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/115003631172440745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=115003631172440745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/115003631172440745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/115003631172440745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/06/gooodness-me.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114748185299880253</id><published>2006-05-13T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:28:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Forgot to mention something in the previous post: the IBF -International Badminton Federation 's gonna stick to the 21 pts system and use it for Beijing 2008 :-( [sighs]&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was wesak day...and as usual went for prayers at Maha Vihara in Brickfields...then i recalled how i celebrated wesak day last year in ns camp...went to another temple near Selayang...that got me reminisce about some sweet memories back in camp ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="86" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/400/world%20buddhist%20flag.0.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Some enlightening info from the net:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Buddhist flag, first hoisted in 1885 in Sri Lanka, is a symbol of faith and peace used throughout the world to represent the Buddhist faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six colors; Blue (nila), Yellow (pita), Red (lohita), White (odata), Scarlet (manjestha), and the mixture of these six colors (prabaswara) of the flag represent the colors of the aura that emanated from the body of the Buddha when He attained Enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*The Horizontal Stripes represent the races of the world living in harmony and the Vertical Stripes represent eternal world peace. The colors symbolize the perfection of Buddhahood and the Dharma.&lt;br /&gt;*The Blue light that radiated from the Buddha's hair symbolizes the spirit of Universal Compassion for all beings.&lt;br /&gt;*The Yellow light that radiated from the Buddha's epidermis symbolizes the Middle Way which avoids all extremes and brings balance and liberation.&lt;br /&gt;*The Red light that radiated from the Buddha's flesh symbolizes the blessings that the practice of the Buddha's Teaching brings.&lt;br /&gt;*The White light that radiated from the Buddha's bones and teeth symbolizes the purity of the Buddha's Teaching and the liberation it brings.&lt;br /&gt;*The Orange light that radiated from the Buddha's palms, heels and lips symbolizes the unshakable Wisdom of the Buddha's Teaching. The Combination Color symbolizes the universality of the Truth of the Buddha's Teaching. (Burmese Buddhist replaced with Pink.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Therefore, the overall flag represents that:&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of race, nationality, division or color, all sentient beings possess the potential of Buddhahood.&lt;br /&gt;The six colors are better interpreted as :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blue: signifying the concept of loving kindness and peace in Buddhism (Universal Compassion)&lt;br /&gt;2. Yellow: signifying the Middle Path, that is, the complete absence of form and emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Red: signifying achievement, wisdom, virtue, fortune and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. White: signifying purity, emancipation, that the Dharma will always exist regardless of time or space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Orange: The essence of Buddhism which is full of wisdom, strength and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The combination of these five colors symbolizes that it is the one and only Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Surprisingly to me, the flag was invented in 1880 by an American journalist, Colonel Henry Steele Olcott back in Sri Langka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Btw, hope it's not too late to wish all buddhists happy wesak day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And one more thing to add to the list of things i wish to do that i have posted earlier&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; parasailing!!&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/17577080-114748185299880253?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/114748185299880253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=114748185299880253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114748185299880253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114748185299880253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/05/forgot-to-mention-something-in.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114734787434453200</id><published>2006-05-11T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:28:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Could not post thomas cup finals results as promised..it may seem way too late now...but still, below's the results ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA VS DENMARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin Dan bt Peter Gade 21-17, 21-19&lt;br /&gt;Cai Yun/Fu Hai Feng bt Martin Lundgaard/Jens Eriksen&lt;br /&gt;19-21, 21-11, 21-18&lt;br /&gt;Bao Chun Lai bt Kenneth Jonassen 21-12, 12-21, 21-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only managed to watch a bit of mens doubles [sighs]...the chinese pair weren't that good, they basically got most points from the danes unforced errors...so wasn't a good match afterall....though Cai Yun played quite a few impressively awkward shots...so that got me thinking about something that the chinese believe in : you move ( attack or whatsoever) only when your opponent(s) doesn't, and you halt once they are in motion. Both parties charging forward will create only bedlam... situations/conditions have to be crystalline so that you can make good observations in order to take the most appropriate actions...so maybe the chinese pair had decided to be as error-free as possible and let the danes' mistakes earn them the marks...hmm...that sounds so " sun tzu "...&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a few of my best buddies last sunday...was very happy to see them after such a long time...updated myself with their most recent conditions and only realised how long it had been since i last sit down and really chit-chatted with them...had real fun though i missed the thomas cup finals due to the gathering..no regrets at all...and two of them who are in russia now are coming back on the 2nd of July...can't wait!!! gonna enjoy to the max after the 26th of June!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-114734787434453200?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/114734787434453200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=114734787434453200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114734787434453200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114734787434453200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/05/could-not-post-thomas-cup-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114684035266627990</id><published>2006-05-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:29:06.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quite some time has elapsed since i last blogged...so basically what i have in mind during this period of time to be written down might have put on a disappearing act when i try to recollect them...this week has not been quite a quotidiant one....with three mocks on three consecutive days...but it wasn't too bad as they are not economics-related...not so 'wordy-based'... anything numerical is always better....but the fact that the monday after next week--&gt;15-05-2006 will be marking the start of my second external exam in a-levels' is quite intimidating...first paper would be accounting and last paper will be economics which is on the 26 of June....so basically the externals this time stretch right up to almost six weeks...with all the papers quite loosely dispersed...so i am quite satisfied with the timetable...will have enough time for last minute preparing all...but then again...six weeks seemed a wee bit too long...things can never ever be too perfect i guess? and yesterday 's 1.02 am was the century event of 010203040506...which represents the time 01:02:03 on the 4th of May 2006....gathered with some friends...played some games in the middle of the night...was fun...will be something sweet to reminisce about next time....these are just those times that might not seem special at that moment but when you recalled it next time, you will simply smile in quiet nostalgia...thinking those were the times that you wished to go back to ...when those friends are no longer somewhere near you...when we continue with our longer journey in life ..which will inevitably lead to long goodbyes as you will hardly see them again ...these are just those precious moments.... thinking about this just somehow makes me appreciate every moment i spend with my friends now more and more...&lt;br /&gt;Thomas cup 'fever' started last week itself....couldn't really update myself with the results all... and the first thing i did when i reached home today was to check the results and see the live semi-finals...missed the first semi finals between china and indonesia which started at 12 pm today malaysia time...managed to catch up on the semi-finals between fellow malaysians and the danes though i missed the first men singles...was very proud of both our mens doubles...they were simply superb and their fighting spirit was impressive and daunting...salute to them...the first mens doubles must be one of the best doubles i have seen so far...both side played a high quality game....singles on the other hand were very disspointing...hafiz hashim's unforced errors are just "countably infinite"...a term in statistics which means that his errors were to no end but can be simply numbered....really not up to par...and with the veteran wong choong hann resigning due to a ruptured achilles tendon during quater finals, kuan beng hong was the third man singles player to play the crucial role of qualifying malaysia to finals after a 2-2 tie....but he was like...just so DISPIRITED...don't think he's even tryin his best....after all his fellow team mates struggling.....this is so DISPIRITING man....but then again, he might have tried his best....haiz...&lt;br /&gt;below are the semi finals results:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA VS INDONESIA (3-0)&lt;br /&gt;Lindan bt Taufik Hidayat 21-16, 21-8&lt;br /&gt;Fu Haifeng/Cai Yun bt Alven Yulianto/Luluk Hadiyanto 24-22, 21-17&lt;br /&gt;Bao Chun Lai bt Sony Dwikuncoro 21-17, 24-22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA VS DENMARK (3-2)&lt;br /&gt;Peter Gade bt Lee Chong Wei 21-19, 21-18&lt;br /&gt;Chang Chong Ming/ Koo Kean Keat bt Martin Lundgaard/Jens Eriksen 21-17, 30-28, 6-21&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Jonassen bt Muhd Hafiz Hashim 20-22, 21-12, 21-17&lt;br /&gt;Choong Tan Fook/Lee Wan Wah bt Mathias Boe/Carsten Mogensen 21-13, 15-21, 21-19&lt;br /&gt;Persson Joachim bt Kuan Beng Hong 21-12, 21-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one thing, i seriously don't like the new scoring system.. it's just doesn't make sense that even when the player doesn't get the service he gets to score...makes the excitement much less intense now...really hope they will change the system soon...still 15pts the best....&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to finals now...can't wait to see it....but have to study hard before that so i can really enjoy watching it...must make sure this weekend will be a productive one...will study accounting basically, touch a bit of vectors and perhaps a little of economics(depressing econs!)...&lt;br /&gt;talking about econs...the lecturer's really gettin on my nerves...so irresponsible..she'll just talk and talk but not writting the answers down on board...the problem is that she USED to write down the answers...and now...after she has finished explaining, when we all expect her to do what she used to do, she will just go straight on to the next section, leaving us all blank like kiddos in kindergarden....will really have to join the other group of econ class...seriously think their lecturer's much better...giving extra classes which total up to 26 hours...seriously need that...and it's after my accounting paper...so it will be a perfect last minute brush up for me....&lt;br /&gt;DEAR sister and brother are coming back soon!! can't wait to see them...miss them so much....&lt;br /&gt;it'll be long till my next blogging...but will try to post the Thomas Cup finals results ;p&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;au revoir~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114512039873214210</id><published>2006-04-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:30:39.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Below is a list that i have wanted to make since long, and somehow today the adrenalin rush has prompted me into finally pen it down ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I wish to do before i bid the world adieu:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Devise a mathematical formula&lt;br /&gt;*Compose a song for everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;*Produce an oil painting which is to be hung at the living room&lt;br /&gt;(must be a presentable one though)&lt;br /&gt;*Visit each and every country that is known existed&lt;br /&gt;*Leave the earth (to the moon perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;*Learn all the instruments known (including those played by the minority tribes) especially these intruments : Flute, Chinese flute, Cello, Guitar, Violin, Accordion, harmonica&lt;br /&gt;*Get onto a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;*Live in Vienna (for the music) and Switzerland/Belgium (for its chocolate) for a year or two&lt;br /&gt;*Learn all the folk dances (Irish, Romanian, Austrian......)&lt;br /&gt;*Learn all the languages especially Japanese, French, Italian, Spanish, Korean.&lt;br /&gt;*Learn skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;*Paragliding and skydiving&lt;br /&gt;*Write a book (fiction perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;*Keep a small cub (of a tiger)&lt;br /&gt;*Learn the history of all the countries&lt;br /&gt;*Meet Johnny Depp, Keanu Reeves, Adrien Brody, Jay Chou, Eminem&lt;br /&gt;*Meet up with all my kindergarden and primary school classmates&lt;br /&gt;*Join the World Festival Choir&lt;br /&gt;*Learn tap dancing&lt;br /&gt;*Hug a panda bear&lt;br /&gt;*Play with penguins and Koala bear&lt;br /&gt;*Taste all the chocolates in the world&lt;br /&gt;*Skiing (Switzerland perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;*Mount the Himalaya hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There should be more to be added onto the list in the future...haha...this may seem a wee bit greedy of me, but then again, those are the things i WISH to do, and a list will help me better to achieve them, rather than having all that cluttered up in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap Back to reAL LiFe--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not blogged for some time...been quite occupied with studies all...but a tighter schedule is yet to strike...just have to cross my fingers for things to work real smooth... despite the bustlings, life's been quite enjoyable lately...watch a couple of movies..lucky number slevin, capote and ice age...LNS wasn't too bad...got kinda blur at first but things seem to match well like a jigsaw puzzle in the end... capote...i was quite impressed by Philip Seymour Hoffman...he really made me hate him like hell..that's what actors and actresses would seek for as they would define that as a success in their acting i guess...being able to make people feel really disgusted by such appalling dispositions....the story basically tells how hoffman has tried to develop a real close relationship with a murderer just to do his bloody research for his book (IN COLD BLOOD)...how he faked sympathy trying to save the murderer when all he did was to manipulate the murderer(or his victim)'s real feelings to his own advantage ..damn him....it serves him right that he was badly traumatised by the murderer's eventual execution to the extent of not being able to write any book ever after... ice age 2 was really entertaining and well worth the watch..really enjoyed myself...many has said that the first was better...couldn't really remember the first so can't compare with the sequel....but then again, sequels are usually not as good as the first, with the exception of LOTR and Matrix Trilogy...all were superb....&lt;br /&gt;External exam is less than a month away...i can hear the ominous footsteps nearing now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-114512039873214210?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/114512039873214210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=114512039873214210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114512039873214210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114512039873214210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/04/below-is-list-that-i-have-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114380737591129044</id><published>2006-03-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:31:14.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#666666;"&gt;Again the week has sped by so fast... despite the fact that it's a short sem that i am in, i felt so lazy to really pump in effort in studies...slept a lot more than usual....had more fun than usual... enjoyin life...haha.. sat for mock paper this week...think it will turn out fine... but mock for econs which is in two weeks time will be bad i think...never really touched the book since term started...concentrated too much on maths..which is a real headache to me now...but then when i start thinking about the fact that even the lecturer's kinda struggling solving the questions...i dun feel that bad...sense of relieve instead...haha....&lt;br /&gt;finally got to watch the movie brokeback mountain...it was really good...heath ledger and jake gyllenhaal were simply superb....their unalloyed feelings for each other really earn much tears..i don't feel any sense of disgust or disapprobation &lt;em&gt;at all.. &lt;/em&gt;just pure acceptance... accept the fact that they themselves didn't want things to turn out the ways they did.. i seriously pay homage to them..how they have the courage to face life...how they have tried real hard to metamorphose and conform to the conventional stereotype they are expected to be... how they try to give up each other but to no avail eventually.... a great storyline with just the right actors...awesome... no wonder it has won numerous awards...well worth the watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something from v for vendetta again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dElicoussss v-dialogue as my sister puts it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oilà!&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iew, a humble &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;audevillian &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eteran, cast &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;icariously as both &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ictim and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;illain by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;icissitudes of Fate. This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isage, no mere &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eneer of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anity, is it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;estige of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ox populi, now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;acant, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anished, as the once &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ital voice of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erisimilitude now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;enerates what they once &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ilified. However, this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alorous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isitation of a by-gone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;exation, stands &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ivified, and has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;owed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anquish these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;enal and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;irulent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ermin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;an-guarding &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ice and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ouchsafing the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iolently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;icious and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oracious &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iolation of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;olition. The only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erdict is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;engeance; a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;endetta, held as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;otive, not in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ain, for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;alue and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eracity of such shall one day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;indicate the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;igilant and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;irtuous. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erily, this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ichyssoise of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erbiage &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eers most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erbose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is-à-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is an introduction, and so it is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ery good honor to meet you......and you may call me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the ever so long self introduction of *V*] sounDs familiaR??hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/1600/v%20for%20vendetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/320/v%20for%20vendetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-114380737591129044?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/114380737591129044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=114380737591129044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114380737591129044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114380737591129044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/03/again-week-has-sped-by-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114333853395937721</id><published>2006-03-26T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:32:32.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Days of lately have passed significantly fast...guess it's due to the increasing load of homeworks due... can sense the tense even though I don't really realise that exams are drawing nearer as lecturers tend to constantly drone on and on about the exams...and last january externals results were out...i did generally fine..was satisfied....even though some papers were not up to expectations but economics turned out to be the underdog...haha...surprised....&lt;br /&gt;watched final destination 3 and v for vendetta the other day...a movie marathon...final destination wasn't that good...can kinda predict how they will die...just the intensity of grossness that will trigger you slightly...still the first sequel 's the best i would say...they really drag the time the victims suffered before they're doomed...haha....chunted....on the other hand....v for vendetta was good...hugo weaving was of impressive disposition...with all the words and verses pragmatically rephrased...sometimes i couldn't even catch what he was blurting so fast a speed...a very different movie...one of my friend said that the graphic novel was better with other intricacies....v for vendetta's quite a famous graphic novel according to her..and that's why the making of the movie was quite a hit among those avid graphic novel readers...&lt;br /&gt;have mock exam this week itself... it's better to have it early...can really find my weak points and really work on them for the remaining weeks.... can't wait for the month may to come...not because of the external exams...but i miss both my siblings too dearly...hopefully i will still be able to concentrate for exams preparation when they're back...haha...seriously can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;till then, adieu~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Got this from somewhere bout v for vendetta]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A revolution without dancing, is not a revolution.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered the words of the masked man as he took the ladies hand, and together they waltzed, gliding across the carpeted stone floor, dancing to a tune long forgotten. Why was he dancing, now of all times? On the eve of his supposed triumph, the finale of his satirical play looming with every tick of the clock, and he's, dancing?Maybe, it's best we start at the beginning.But then again, why should I?Do you want to know the beginning? Isn't the end all that matters? For him, clad in that ever grinning face of steel, the end was all that mattered, it justified the means, it meant justice to him. Look at him, you cannot see his face, yet his words will make you look at yours. You doubt me? Follow the fool and end up a bigger one?True.If only we knew what he was, how he came to be, why words seem to glide so fluently and charismatically from behind a Faustian mask. Such a gripping persona, one so broad and wide, yet troublingly shallow at times. At least with her, there is depth; no question remains unanswered with her. She had tragic past, lives a tragic life, but surely, mercy and reprieve await her days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Remember, remember, the 5th of November.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they danced, long before he would even ask for her hand, there was an idea. Was it his? I cant say for certain. Yet it drove him, as it drove Guy Fawkes many centuries before. Did it drive someone before even Fawkes? Maybe. Ideas are eternal; ideas are well, bullet-proof so to say. It isn't in our time that 'his' idea was driven against, although it would be fairly safe to assume that maybe your children would live to experience it. Will your children live in a time when deceit and lies blanket the truth? Will they be vindicated, violated and vilified like he was? When the voice of your country subjugates it people, forces them into silence, would you, listen in awe, or listen in fear? But above all that, it matters most whether you will listen or if you will not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There is no coincidence, only opportunity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he will strike and strike when it arises, seldom as it may be. Does he care not for the guns they hold, the Kevlar they adorn? Not in the least. Steel will glimmer and flash in the pale light, knives will draw and knives will sing, short a medley as it was, I felt that urge, to, well, sing along.Ah, he bolts off again, draped in black, cape fluttering behind him. Will you follow? Do his words reach you, will you listen to his words? For all that he may seem to be, a mask, the knives, the simple pleasures he partakes in, you still have to think, you have to envision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will do that, you will follow him, and you will be free. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-114333853395937721?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/114333853395937721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=114333853395937721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114333853395937721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114333853395937721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/03/days-of-lately-have-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114213332419713439</id><published>2006-03-12T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:46:31.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was happy that peter gade has beaten lindan to qualify himself to the China Masters MS final....even though lin has the home advantage with thousands of fans screeching in the hall...gade has proved his standard..cool....he will be up against chen jin who won the ticket to finals after beating kenneth jonassen....and mia audina's back after a long break...her back hand was damn good...smashes were precise as well...but still lost to xie xing fang who's defence's equally impressive... game's been a bit different nowadays since the change of 21 points system..games end quite fast as every service over carries mark..still best of three though.. kinda sad that i can't enjoy watching the finals at home and have to get updated by dad...&lt;br /&gt;went ice skating last friday with bunch of class mates...it was fun... was a real amateur...fell down four or five times in total...kinda fun falling down...haha...although the first fall was kinda embarassing... but the consequent falls kinda get me better at it.. guess you have to fall to learn...that goes for everything...once you got the feeling of failure...you have no fear whatsoever since you 've already experienced the worst....&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, 090306--&gt; a date to remember ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-114183527445663597</id><published>2006-03-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:34:00.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Finally i've finished the book - the five people you meet in heaven..thanks to a friend who lend it to me..don't have to wait for months before my sister can bring that book back...have been coveting for the book for months...so... my take on the book...it's mind triggering basically, gets you thinking about heaven...what's really up there in heaven, or is it even up above us.. as it might just be on the same piece of land we are treading on... the author's underlying point is that he envisioned heaven as any place where the person can find eternal calmness, happiness and contentment...so it could be anywhere the person has always enjoyed being at....may it be the monotonous place that you've spent your last 20 years...haha...if ever that's true, i think i will end up in my own house...preferably with a chocolate factory right next to it...hahha....wow...that will be a real dream come true...and yes...like what the title has implied..you will meet five people at five different place before you reach your own heaven....those five will come with the great onus of teaching the person a lesson... lessons based on your past life when you get to see with greater clarity the life you have lived, which have often been a blur... you will get to learn from your mistakes which would have changed some people's life ..or even worse...cost their lives..directly or tortuously.. it's amazing how things can be related in such a way..so inexplicable... which reminds me of what one of my friend has said...everyone in the world is connected to everyone...at most six degrees of connection..never more...intriguing....&lt;br /&gt;guess different people will have different perception or idea of heaven...mine's quite similar to the one in the cartoon tom and jerry....when it's high up above the clouds where u can actually walk on...and you have to like get interviewed at a platform...but i don't really quite agree with that part...cuz when you fail the interview...you will get hurled down straight to hell...i think the decisions should have been made before you are 'sent' to heaven or hell... anyway, the cartoon's damn funny....hahah...no doubt...so...in a nutshell...great book..mitch sure has some flair for such mind provoking writings...&lt;br /&gt;saw a movie today...proof...starring Gwyneth parltrow and Jake Gyllenhaal....really inspring...parltrow's a devoted daughter who has come to face the death of her father, a brilliant mathematician whose genius was crippled by mental insanity...then there's a little suspense as to who actually found the proof... the movie really insprired me.... my love for maths grew even deeper now..hahha....just wish i can come up with my own devised proof or formulae...that will be the greatest appreaciation ever....but i am just too tiny an entity in the ever prodigious mathematical field...haha...&lt;br /&gt;got loads of homework...but since i am still inspired...here i come, hyperbolic functions!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-114183527445663597?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/114183527445663597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=114183527445663597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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went out with friends and saw the movie fun with dick and jane....it was funny but sitting beside one crazy friend of mine who basically laughs at every trifles made it far more enjoyable...really laugh ourselves out... and finally my hostel mates and i went to genting... it's fun because i haven't had some good screams at theme parks for some time...went crazee with bunch of cool friends...and got some achievements up there...hehe...i finally managed to open my eyes for some rides...grow of courage...and the space shot(formally solero shot) wasn't scary at all...i think they've changed the style or way of movements...after some incidents.... not so many rides they have now that i really notice it....think sunway lagoon's still the best...hahha....and food up there in genting is really overpriced....goodness....so basically i am real B-R-O-K-E now.....hahah....&lt;br /&gt;besides the fun... there're things not so enjoyable...torturings instead--&gt; tonnes of homework....haiz.... this is seriously a short sem with everything so compressed and lectures at such fast speed that i dun really know what's happening in class....especially pure maths....gotta brush up today....hate punishments after pleasures.... but then again...pleasures all the time's gonna be boring..hahha....concept of yin and yang... *ReVel in Punishments*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-114031003145366890?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/114031003145366890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=114031003145366890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114031003145366890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/114031003145366890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-week-has-been-fast-one.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-113958702715202825</id><published>2006-02-10T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:35:48.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Life is a Series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't; You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Sometimes when you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too - even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A teacher affects &lt;em&gt;infinity;&lt;/em&gt; he can never tell where his influence stops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently. That way, you can actually be more involved in your life while you're living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking. WE really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do; therefore facing the inevitable death changes all that; when you &lt;em&gt;learn how to die&lt;/em&gt;, you&lt;em&gt; learn how to live&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The above are a few lines i quoted from the book ,tuesdays with morrie by mitch albom&lt;tuesdays&gt; that I find very simple yet meaningful. As pleased and grateful i am to finally sit down and managed to appreciate the book...it's much of a blessing that i ever knew such a book existed... a real touching carving of his old professor by mitch...it's a non-fiction book about mitch, the author's last few lessons with his professor who suffered a fatal illness...lessons about life...things that we never thought of in our life...things that the great old man could portray with such clarity... a great bereavement that Mitch had suffered to lose someone of so much importance...who has mould him into what he is today...real good book...now i am really looking forward to reading another great piece of work from Mitch Albom--&gt; the five people you meet in heaven....but this a fiction, not so much as a life guidance...&lt;br /&gt;Watched the movie Geisha today...finaaallly....but the pirated version...as my friends have all seen the movie...could't get anyone to see it with me....was practically baffled through the whole movie...with wrong misleading sub-titles( you don't expect much from pirated version i guess..) more than half of the time i couldn't understand what they are talking...too heavily-japanese-slanged-english ... i give up straining my ears to get what they were saying and try to guess purely by the expressions...ended up blur when the movie ends....haizz.....was totally not enjoyable...so people...dont' buy pirated dvd's...hahha....&lt;br /&gt;College started this week....and it wasn't really good for me as my physical condition was kinda bad the whole week...very weak....was even considering not going to classes....guess it's due to the over indulgence during chinese new year celebration....haha... the new syllabus is quite ok... further maths's gettin more interesting...we have to imagine numbers that don't even exist now...statistics is also getting more interesting...more probabilities...no more tedious graphs to draw...but econs remain the worse subject....we are now doing the the last two units instead of the middle one as external exams for the last two units are only offered in June... therefore the subject's gettin way too tough for me.... the lecturer even says that we have to start reading magazines like the economists...DIE!!.....now that i can't hope that my first few units to pull up my grade as they are equally bad...just cross my fingers that i would just pass...hahah....&lt;br /&gt;It's Chap Goh Mei this Sunday...and it marks the end of the Chinese New year celebration...sad...but gonna enjoy myself to the fullest this sunday...gonna see some lion dance performances at petaling street...as usual....and meeting some friends....just hope i don't enjoy too much again...or i shall have an ominous long week waiting for me next week....&lt;br /&gt;&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/17577080-113958702715202825?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/113958702715202825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=113958702715202825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113958702715202825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113958702715202825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-series-of-pulls-back-and-forth.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-113884456775014697</id><published>2006-02-02T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:27:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;woW..it's already the fifth day of Chinese New Year....time really does fly when you are happily indulging in stuffs you enjoy....this year's celebration has been quite typically quotidiant...went for prayers..lion dancing...visitin relatives...relatives visiting...really have not seen them for ages...all busy with their life...cousins are mostly working people..and thus inevitably creating an age gap ... all Had metamorphose into more mature beings.. even serious talks came down to serious solemnity... miss those times when we used to shout to each other in real high tunes .. chasing after each other around the house.. greedily getting grasp of the food before the waiter even placed the dishes on the table...which will then earn our parents rants and raves..haha...notorious creatures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;watched fearless the other day... it was generally very good...and like all other jet li's movie...the theme doesn't run away from patrotism..family... respects...it really portrays the cultures which has been long forgotten by many... like the movie fang si yu...jet li manage to include some sense of humour...but this is not so funny...the former was more of a classic.. the ending part of fearless was quite touching...think the last fight of his will earn some tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;managed to read a book in mph before the movie...a very short yet very meaningful book...it's called "who moved my cheese"...it's a very simple story which may seem or mean nothing to some people.. but if you really try to figure out the meaning behind the simplicity ..you will definitely gain something... it generally showcases people's stubborness to accept changes when they are perfectly comfortable with their current situation and life...or so it may seem to them...and any changes, to them ...will only signal catastrophic ending to the the success and happiness they've worked so hard for... they only consider the negative things which follow the new practices...but make no effort to figure out the good new things they might be able to enjoy..even mice's simple and low cognitive level will bring them to more success as compared to human... accepting new changes and taking up challenges will bring you more cheese..which perhaps taste better than the before ones.. a very good book i must say....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;college's starting next week...gonna be quite hectic...with a shorter term..and more difficult syllabus to cover...will really have to cross fingers for things to work smooth and fine... chaOzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-113884456775014697?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/113884456775014697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=113884456775014697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113884456775014697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113884456775014697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-113840512315934306</id><published>2006-01-28T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:38:43.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A 12 years old Chinese supporter wrote about his once-in-a-lifetime encounter with the Chinese team during the 2006 All England. It touches the heart of any badminton fans out there and makes us wonder if we can be 12 years old again...&lt;br /&gt;and i am darn sure any badminton fan can really understand and feel his happiness from just reading his story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story of a 12 years old Chinese fan, Baderz_Jas--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Chinese supporter-12yrs old,I speak Cantonese and know a tiny little bit of Mandarin. My sister,mum and I went to watch the 2006 All England Open Championship in the NIA. Friday 20th was our first day,quarter-finals day. I was very excited to watch Lin Dan ,Chen Jin and lots more as I haven't watched live badminton since 2005 AE. When ever any players from China were playing, I was shouting China and Lin Dan Jia You as loud as I could. Chen Jin didn't play very well,he was slower and his smashes weren't as powerful as people said it was. Lin Dan wasn't aggresive enough in the first game against Kenneth Jonassen which was 15-10,but then he smashed nearly every point and won the second game 15-3. Saturday 21st,semi-finals day. My family and I were walking to a hotel see my friend Dominic(the person who gave us the live scores) and we saw Lin Dan jogging on the streets to warm up for his match against Lee Chong Wei. So we went to him and took pictures and I asked him to sign a picture which I took with him last year,then for the first time I saw him smiling We got inside the hotel and saw players from most of the countries staying in that hotel. My sister,Dominic and I took pictures with Candra Wijaya,Pi Hongyan,Lee Hyun Il,Widiato Natsir,Peter Gade,Zhang Jun,Wei Yili,Zhang Yawen,Xie Xingfang +lots more When they started playing I was shouting for China and Lin Dan really loud again. When Lin Dan was losing in the third game against Lee Chong WeiI shouted even louder so I lost my voice When he won he took his black t-shirt off and went through to talk to the coaches about the match. So me and one of my friends sprinted as fast as I could into the authorised area even though we don't have a pass We went up to Lin Dan,he asked for a signatlure and asked I for his t-shirt,he just gave it to me!!! It was the shirt he actually wore,it was very wet which made it heavy. I was so happy that I couldn't go to bed until half-past two in the morning. I thought it couldn't get better,BUT IT DID!!! Sunday 22nd,finals day. That morning we saw Lin Dan jogging again as we were going to met up with my friend in Jury's Inn,this time he gave me a five When we got inside the arena the MD was just about to start a member of the China team came down and told us that one of the coaches has invited me to go and join them on the players' stand and that the coach has a son-13yrs old. When she left we thought 'what just happened' When the MD finished I went up the players' stand with the woman who came down and I sat between Fu Haifeng and Cai Yun!!! I found out that Li YongBo invited me I was shocked. The headcoach of the best badminton country wanted me to sit with him I chatted with some of the players and coaches,they were all very polite and looked after me as well. When they started the XD we were all cheering for Zhang Jun and Gao Ling. It was so nervous when we were watching them because Robertson/Emms had 8-10serves to win the match in the second game. In the third game Zhang/Gao totally trashed the English pair 15-1,Nathan Robetson's body language was absolutely awful After the XD we all went behind the stand and played games with our hands Then we didn't watch the WS because it was China vs China.After that match it was the MS between Lin Dan and Lee Hyun Il. We were cheering for him every point(especially me). When he slipped and twisted his knee we were very worried about him because he couln't move,but when he gave Li YongBo a wave meaning he's alrite we weren't as worried After he won we all went down to clap when he comes round doing the lap of honour. Li YongBo told me that Lin Dan is going to gave me the racket his used. I was shocked again! LYB was so kind and polite to all the players,he is really funny as well. Then he went to the Doping Room where the doctor had a look at his knee,so I went in with the chinese woman holding a bag of ice for Lin Dan. His knee didn't look nice. I could tell that he was in a lot of pain Then I got told to get out of the Doping Room because children aren't allowed in. Dominic and I had to wait for about ten minutes before he came out gaving me his racket and saying 'Thank You' to me,then I said 'Xie Xie' then Dominic took a picture of us with his racket in my hands That night we went to a chinese resturant called Tin Tin and saw the whole China team! I went over there and got Chen Hong,Fu Haifeng and Cai Yun to sign pictures I took with them last year. The players sat on two big tables,Lin Dan and Xie Xingfang were sitting with all the coaches on another table. Then when we were going home I went over to say bye and thank you to LYB,Lin Dan and all the players. They all said thank you and gave a fives! I can't believe all of this happened in just three days!!! My dream really has come TRUE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-113840512315934306?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/113840512315934306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=113840512315934306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113840512315934306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113840512315934306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/01/12-years-old-chinese-supporter-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-113828866072521415</id><published>2006-01-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:17:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/1600/sista%20leavin%20houz%20mates%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2197/1697/320/sista%20leavin%20houz%20mates%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was cLeanin a tiny corner of my house when i saw this..... the tiredness creepin in my each and every muscle dwindled to nuthingness at once...so cute the tiny little hole...i am not even sure that it's one...&lt;br /&gt;guesS jerry does live here...but i don't have no tom here ...hahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-113828866072521415?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/113828866072521415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=113828866072521415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113828866072521415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113828866072521415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-cleanin-tiny-corner-of-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17577080.post-113820036848586196</id><published>2006-01-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:46:08.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was suPPosed to watch the memoirs of geisha today...but the movie time was way too late..got no choice so watch pride and prejudice instead...suppose to watch it at home...cuz i always think that this type of movie should be enjoyed at home .. the art of such movies tend to assert itself better then... couldn't really enjoy the movie cuz the group of ppl beside me just practically chat their way through the movie...damn * DAMN...they just pay to come inside and taLk...what is bloody wrong with this ppl man... and when the sad part of the movie came, they normal sniggers broke into laughters...&lt;em&gt;idiOts...real IDIOTS...&lt;/em&gt;i hate to be interupted...especially with this type of movie which requires so much of attentiveness..with all the classically phrased lines... so hard to catch those heavily slanged words....anyway, did manage to watch part of the movie.. it was generally much happier than sense and sensibility... but i wonder if such maN--&gt;mR.dArcy exists....or even...eXISted... eLizabeth is one blessed lass if such stories were ever true...&lt;br /&gt; i still think cHarles dickens's NICHOLAS NICKELBY is really good...even though i only watched the movie...it was really touching..with a sharp swerving twist in the end... impressive work of dickens...i would really wanna watch oliver twist...but i doubt that i will go to cinema for that... hopefully i could get the dvd....&lt;br /&gt;chineSe new Year 's only four days away... feel both excited and inexplicably sad at the same time...cuz it's not as happy as the 'olden' days were.. i seriously miss the sheer innocence of the past when i come to scrutinize the void of emptiness now.. with ppl we once loved no longer presenting themselves during such happy occasions..it does change the mood...still remember the time when my brother experimented all the fire crackers he bought and created one of his kind...it was daunting...but his 'creation' turned out to be breathtakin....it emblazoned the darK night with the greatness of light... and i still remember i always forced him to buy fire crackers for me...but i never dare go near any of it...stupidity...haha....those were the days....god i really miss you ako...&lt;br /&gt;guess life does change from one phase to another...but sometimes deliberate and fast switches leaves you in much incredulity...and the only thing you can do is to meekly accept it...&lt;br /&gt;anyway..HaPPIE CHINESe nEW YEaR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17577080-113820036848586196?l=reverie87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/feeds/113820036848586196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17577080&amp;postID=113820036848586196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113820036848586196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17577080/posts/default/113820036848586196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reverie87.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-supposed-to-watch-memoirs-of.html' title=''/><author><name>S.zhen a.k.a. reVerie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861269740269111084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3VeGJEIpl8s/SC1XvrOkQPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xpHm0wjpqHY/S220/DSC00379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
