<?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-3779872881528172464</id><updated>2011-11-30T19:53:11.389+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='mess not'/><category term='HP'/><category term='exam'/><category term='NS'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='photography'/><category term='ǝɟıl'/><category term='tired'/><category term='ranty rant rants'/><category term='percuma punya'/><category term='serious business'/><category term='random'/><category term='untitle'/><category term='business english'/><category term='music'/><category term='estacyly happy'/><category term='cookbook'/><category term='angry.'/><category term='him'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='luck'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='trip'/><category term='life'/><category term='sucky line'/><category term='emotionally unstable'/><category term='home'/><category term='you'/><category term='lecturer'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='untag'/><category term='class'/><category term='movie and cinema'/><category term='confused'/><category term='sick'/><category term='tired.'/><category term='disappintment'/><category term='taggy'/><category term='entertaining'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='our anni'/><category term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>lyfedancer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3971877650129556431</id><published>2011-11-30T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:53:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a secret!</title><content type='html'>So, it goes like this. I park my car 10 minutes away from my university everyday. I walked 110 steps of stairs up and another 100 down for about at least twice in a day. Why you ask? Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My university's carpark is "under renovation". It is a choice of a) park at the mall nearby which goes by the hourly rate, b) get a monthly pass to park in the mall, c) wake up at 0600 and get there by 0700 to park free (3 minutes walk to university) or d) park 10 minutes away from university and at 0800, there is still parking. Guess which one I picked! No present though :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever wanted to slap the person that takes the elevator just to get from first floor to ground floor? Never seen one? I can show you where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valid enough? Heh. Anyways, exams are coming up. I AM IN MY FINAL YEAR! I am going to graduate in March 2012! Get a job, &lt;s&gt;get married, get kids&lt;/s&gt; and get busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates? There! I bet no one reads my blog already :D I like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3971877650129556431?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3971877650129556431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3971877650129556431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3971877650129556431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3971877650129556431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-secret.html' title='It is a secret!'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5847109637585156211</id><published>2011-08-16T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:45:31.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>오늘</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xq35iqXjLE0/TkyJzNCrpxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/FzE-rvIC7Vs/s1600/rainbow%2Bdash.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xq35iqXjLE0/TkyJzNCrpxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/FzE-rvIC7Vs/s400/rainbow%2Bdash.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642035945955632914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in destiny. I believe in fate. But most of all, I strongly believe in working for what you want the most. Satisfaction. Nothing in this world can be compared to the satisfaction from the result to the hard work poured in. It is not some kind of instant gratification that you can get anytime any moment and when the moment pass, it just..nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of satisfaction is worth a lifetime. It is like a trophy that you can bring along 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeGch5meNYc/TkyJznX4grI/AAAAAAAAB_U/ZpXEC8s9Di8/s1600/omgpop.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeGch5meNYc/TkyJznX4grI/AAAAAAAAB_U/ZpXEC8s9Di8/s400/omgpop.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642035953023877810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is funny. How people use this trophy to be their bragging power. I watched this drama (I know it is fictional and bla bla bla) and there is this like that kind of struck me a little bit. Why the rich bully the poor. Why the rich step on the poor. Why the rich must always stand above the poor. Why the difference between poor and rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is that the poor knows exactly how much they have in their bank account yet the rich does not know how much they have in theirs. Mainly because their internal and external accounts are fluctuating every single second. Social groups which are more commonly known as class are created based on division and income. So what does the rich wants? Only two things - inequality and discrimination. If they could not rule and control the poor, they would rather have the poor completely discriminated against. That is the rich's reasoning and common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SprWRUAFaAY/TkyJzZZ6vWI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Y6UokQBu3Mg/s1600/rainbow_dash_cutie_mark_guitar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SprWRUAFaAY/TkyJzZZ6vWI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Y6UokQBu3Mg/s400/rainbow_dash_cutie_mark_guitar.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642035949274316130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would LOVE to have this on my guitar but it is ok! It gave me an inspiration :D I kind of have a rough idea on my next project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BPngC-bjN4/TkyJzDV-OcI/AAAAAAAAB-8/tKyEUmxCqjs/s1600/dash01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BPngC-bjN4/TkyJzDV-OcI/AAAAAAAAB-8/tKyEUmxCqjs/s400/dash01.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642035943352187330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5847109637585156211?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5847109637585156211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5847109637585156211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5847109637585156211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5847109637585156211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='오늘'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xq35iqXjLE0/TkyJzNCrpxI/AAAAAAAAB_E/FzE-rvIC7Vs/s72-c/rainbow%2Bdash.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3648987432747560079</id><published>2011-06-03T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:40:58.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I do not think it is hard, to suck in your ego occasionally, to be romantic. It does not require super strength and neither does it require much effort.  I do not see why just by saying sorry and things would be as it is. It works, sometimes but not always. Not forever. A girl needs to be treated right. No matter how understanding she can be, deep down inside, she still want to feel right. To be treated as a special someone. To know and be reminded that she is still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3648987432747560079?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3648987432747560079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3648987432747560079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3648987432747560079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3648987432747560079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/06/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1196886253488721631</id><published>2011-03-21T18:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:34:29.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly parking pass!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I found something worthwhile to type. I am doing this because I had been frantically searching for information on &lt;b&gt;MPSJ&lt;/b&gt; monthly pass. Therefore, here are some information on how you can get your monthly pass! All at your convenience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monthly pass is not restricted to only MPSJ. Besides than MPSJ, there are monthly pass for MBPJ and MDKL! I will be listing the areas covered by MPSJ, MBPJ and MDKL. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please do take note that the monthly parking pass is only valid at the council territory that you bought.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Say you bought it for MPSJ, it can &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt; be used in MPSJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MPSJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mso2Ze-x5Vg/TYcw_Ax619I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/kpZki7HzfNg/s1600/MPSJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mso2Ze-x5Vg/TYcw_Ax619I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/kpZki7HzfNg/s320/MPSJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586487721875658706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBPJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jezgZ-tThmw/TYcxWVdRfHI/AAAAAAAAB-g/3wLbXbgyEGU/s1600/MBPJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jezgZ-tThmw/TYcxWVdRfHI/AAAAAAAAB-g/3wLbXbgyEGU/s320/MBPJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586488122563198066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDKL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGZ4XgstcO0/TYcxy00dNHI/AAAAAAAAB-o/yL-dnD48aSM/s1600/MDKL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGZ4XgstcO0/TYcxy00dNHI/AAAAAAAAB-o/yL-dnD48aSM/s320/MDKL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586488612018271346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pictures are clear enough! Alright. Now, how can you buy the passes? There are two ways. One offline and one online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Offline method.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of registered and licensed agents that can provide these passes. Just click on the council and you will be linked. It is a pop-up window, so therefore, please enable pop-up windows temporary for this if you got rejected. Please take note of the areas as well. The areas are where they can only issue the monthly pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience is based on the contact I made contact with Ms Ng for USJ Taipan's monthly pass. Her response was excellent and she delivers the pass to me directly at my workplace. To renew the pass, she will be sms-ing me every month and all I have to do is just reply "yes" and she will deliver it to my workplace. Now, how convenient can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godell.com.my/agents_mpsj.htm"&gt;MPSJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godell.com.my/agents_mbpj.htm"&gt;MBPJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godell.com.my/agents_mdkl.htm"&gt;MDKL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about this is that how they offer their cell phone numbers instead of office numbers. This is good cause when you are desperate enough, you can call them personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not trust these agents, you can always call Godell at 1800-88-1221 or visit their head quarter no. 33, Jalan Bola Jaring 13/15, Seksyen 13, 40100 Shah Alam, Selangor Darul Ehsan and purchase from their sales counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Online method.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I did not make it clear. Godell is the company that provides these monthly passes. You can always visit their website at &lt;a href="http://monthlypass.godell.com.my/"&gt;here *click*&lt;/a&gt;. To buy, you have to join in as a member. It should be an easy guide from there onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I assist you well enough! Oh wait, the price! Obviously for different council territory, the prices would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MDKL - RM40&lt;br /&gt;MPSJ - RM80&lt;br /&gt;MBPK - RM100&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can purchase your monthly parking pass at your convenience (: Oh and did I mention that I had bad experience in MPSJ? I went there asking for monthly pass and that Malay lady told me that they do not have it for USJ Taipan. I believed her only because she was working there. I had so much inconvenience at work! I have to go down every hour to put in RM0.50! You see, money is not the issue but the inconvenience that it puts me in IS an issue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1196886253488721631?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1196886253488721631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1196886253488721631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1196886253488721631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1196886253488721631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/03/monthly-parking-pass.html' title='Monthly parking pass!'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mso2Ze-x5Vg/TYcw_Ax619I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/kpZki7HzfNg/s72-c/MPSJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2865960733345406879</id><published>2011-03-20T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:42:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming</title><content type='html'>It has been a while. No I did not neglect you. For some odd reason, I had no idea why I just could not blog from my phone via email. Like the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxG4E400RAY/TXxkx4hnzzI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yTHWJ8Xr1Lc/s1600/photo-794431.JPG"&gt;Mr Platy&lt;/a&gt; post, I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; typed some stuff below the picture but all it has gotten through was only the picture. Will try to figure this out as soon as I could but at the meantime, I will be typing away (: I am currently brainstorming some worthwhile post like the &lt;a href="http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-02-11T22%3A58%3A00%2B08%3A00&amp;max-results=1"&gt;dreaming&lt;/a&gt; wedding post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: One good thing about my blog is that, &lt;u&gt;no one&lt;/u&gt; reads it and no, it is not something I fret over. The lesser, the better (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2865960733345406879?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2865960733345406879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2865960733345406879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2865960733345406879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2865960733345406879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/03/blooming.html' title='Blooming'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1930965535987041538</id><published>2011-03-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:31:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Platy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxG4E400RAY/TXxkx4hnzzI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yTHWJ8Xr1Lc/s1600/photo-794431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxG4E400RAY/TXxkx4hnzzI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yTHWJ8Xr1Lc/s320/photo-794431.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583448446182346546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1930965535987041538?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1930965535987041538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1930965535987041538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1930965535987041538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1930965535987041538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/03/mr-platy.html' title='Mr Platy!'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxG4E400RAY/TXxkx4hnzzI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yTHWJ8Xr1Lc/s72-c/photo-794431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4004566798768961436</id><published>2011-03-08T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:41:38.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kills you makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>And they say procrastination kills. I am already writing freedom all over my brain that it actually left no space for any of my notes. I still have one last paper! One last &lt;b&gt;repetitive&lt;/b&gt; paper. I did this before in Diploma. I wonder why I have to do back the same thing despite them saying &lt;i&gt;"Oh it is not the same. This is harder."&lt;/i&gt; I quote and unquote Bender from Futurama &lt;b&gt;kiss my shinning metal ass&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;i&gt;Brain&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I never ask you to posses any super power. Neither did I ever wish you are a photocopy machine. I do not have any expectation towards you. But for once, can you just please be a photocopy machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;i&gt;Procrastination&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I know you hear me just fine. And I know you are in the process of making my day miserable. Would you please take a vacation just for the day so I could finish my last paper? You can come back by 1700. Or maybe earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;i&gt;Freedom&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I would want to make an appointment with you for the next two weeks. We can do ice cream and window shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4004566798768961436?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4004566798768961436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4004566798768961436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4004566798768961436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4004566798768961436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-kills-you-makes-you-stronger.html' title='What kills you makes you stronger'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7229615083955520224</id><published>2011-03-08T06:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T06:27:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TVjISy-LUw/TXVY6vtUBII/AAAAAAAAB-A/pN1Nx0b7gw4/s1600/macbook-air-11inch-in-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TVjISy-LUw/TXVY6vtUBII/AAAAAAAAB-A/pN1Nx0b7gw4/s320/macbook-air-11inch-in-hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581465079457776770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsLh2hEQHMw/TXVY7O24ykI/AAAAAAAAB-I/DZon4GuHo2Y/s1600/MacBook%2BAir%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NsLh2hEQHMw/TXVY7O24ykI/AAAAAAAAB-I/DZon4GuHo2Y/s320/MacBook%2BAir%2B5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581465087819434562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When oh when will you be mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-7229615083955520224?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7229615083955520224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=7229615083955520224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7229615083955520224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7229615083955520224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/03/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TVjISy-LUw/TXVY6vtUBII/AAAAAAAAB-A/pN1Nx0b7gw4/s72-c/macbook-air-11inch-in-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-264766133432259049</id><published>2011-02-14T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:03:00.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The summer rays beat upon us,&lt;br /&gt;As we share our first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;For to have you in my life &lt;br /&gt;truly would be bliss.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TVTVFdbpDgI/AAAAAAAAB94/0EzNosMcIVk/s1600/ZhiSheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TVTVFdbpDgI/AAAAAAAAB94/0EzNosMcIVk/s320/ZhiSheng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572312928740773378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have become an addict&lt;br /&gt;I have withdrawals if I don't see you.&lt;br /&gt;I quiver if I don't feel you.&lt;br /&gt;I need to have an overdosed of you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oPBGmFTu8o/TVTVE0kBymI/AAAAAAAAB9o/T8ZfstQc9z0/s1600/him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oPBGmFTu8o/TVTVE0kBymI/AAAAAAAAB9o/T8ZfstQc9z0/s320/him.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572312917770095202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And the day I don't have you,&lt;br /&gt;They will have to throw me into rehab, &lt;br /&gt;Because nothing out there can cure me of this.&lt;br /&gt;You are my addiction and drug of choice.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXeIkD2VeRU/TVTSHJMTIaI/AAAAAAAAB9g/9ecRYtaX-bo/s1600/his.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXeIkD2VeRU/TVTSHJMTIaI/AAAAAAAAB9g/9ecRYtaX-bo/s320/his.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572309659132567970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The first kiss, &lt;br /&gt;The one that you take to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;And with your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Not even death itself can take it away.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TVTVFHOSqXI/AAAAAAAAB9w/7erV0qUiqAU/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TVTVFHOSqXI/AAAAAAAAB9w/7erV0qUiqAU/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572312922779199858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-264766133432259049?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/264766133432259049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=264766133432259049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/264766133432259049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/264766133432259049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/02/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TVTVFdbpDgI/AAAAAAAAB94/0EzNosMcIVk/s72-c/ZhiSheng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5467899880199699434</id><published>2011-02-11T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:05:31.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In psychology, procrastination refers to the act of replacing high-priority actions or tasks with low-priority actions, and thus putting off important tasks to a later time. (Wikipedia, 2011)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to do anything at all. Even if there is a cockroach fly in front of me now, i would &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; even be bothered to scream. I am so tired! But I have this assignment (more like part of an assignment) which I have to do some quality check and rephrasing. Thanks to the idea of writing without thinking much! Anyone who read that would faint, &lt;b&gt;instantly&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Procrastination is the thief of time. (Edward Young in &lt;i&gt;The Complaint: Night Thoughts&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently debating whether to do it or not. You see, I made a promise that I would send it by tonight. Heh. I should have just kept my fat mouth shut! Well, if I finished it earlier, then I would have one less (out of a dozen) to worry about! It is only a page long anyways. Yes, I will finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: If you find me here blogging another post, please smack my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia. 2011. &lt;i&gt;Procrastination&lt;/i&gt;. Accessed on 11th February 2011. Available at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Procrastination"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Procrastination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5467899880199699434?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5467899880199699434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5467899880199699434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5467899880199699434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5467899880199699434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/02/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5963438466290466033</id><published>2011-01-29T23:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:04:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Growing up as a tomboy, I always have this inner feminine side. I would always scroll through pages of pictures of wedding dresses, wedding hall decorations, wedding cakes and everything that is related to wedding. Moreover, no, I am not hinting on anything at all. If you would like to think me hinting something to the boyf, sorry to say but we have everything planned out :) If I like you, you would most likely get an invitation in 5 years. If I do not like you, go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no harm in dreaming. Dreaming gets you to places. So, dream and make it big! I was born and blessed (cursed for the boyf) with a very wild imagination. Well, also say cheers to the fact that I am a high maintenance person though I would love to debate that I am not. I am easily pleased but I do love to have some standard. It comes with a (hefty) price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wedding dress&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGM0UBglI/AAAAAAAAB7U/aSo3AucTJEY/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGM0UBglI/AAAAAAAAB7U/aSo3AucTJEY/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652225351778898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is genius! I am always a big fan of lace! The only thing about this is that I could not find a full-length picture of the dress. I would love to see how the bottom of the dress looked like. In any case, I can always mix and match with -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGNLsyRmI/AAAAAAAAB7c/XNcBBC4nPWk/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGNLsyRmI/AAAAAAAAB7c/XNcBBC4nPWk/s320/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652231629653602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the bottom of the dress looked like. It would be nicer if it is simple but maintaining the lace near the bottom hem.  I think it would look nice provided with some improvisation. Or, I could just let the bottom plain. Oh and the dress will be in ivory pearl colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGNLKMIqI/AAAAAAAAB7k/a_O-9vIm8VY/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGNLKMIqI/AAAAAAAAB7k/a_O-9vIm8VY/s320/03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652231484547746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I were some super artist so I can draw out what I visualize. Nevertheless, I guess words have not entirely failed me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Venue and decorations&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like peace, tranquillity and green. It shall be a garden wedding :) facing the beach since the boyf love sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGNQG2DGI/AAAAAAAAB7s/gMLOSN6-YKo/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGNQG2DGI/AAAAAAAAB7s/gMLOSN6-YKo/s320/04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652232812694626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And along the side of the aisle will be decorated with bunches of -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGOGjdn9I/AAAAAAAAB70/9dsPnW-vq9U/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGOGjdn9I/AAAAAAAAB70/9dsPnW-vq9U/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652247428243410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dinner, garden terrace theme filled with white roses and candles in cups, stars and moon as lighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5zPZLYI/AAAAAAAAB8c/UDeaETEq3Ho/s1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5zPZLYI/AAAAAAAAB8c/UDeaETEq3Ho/s320/06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652998158036354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I had forgotten about this. Guest book :) since it is a garden wedding; I might as well go all out with the theme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5ixK-yI/AAAAAAAAB8U/Ab0lYxrFi_8/s1600/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5ixK-yI/AAAAAAAAB8U/Ab0lYxrFi_8/s320/07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652993736309538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5XCu5dI/AAAAAAAAB8M/Bufs5L6IaJ8/s1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5XCu5dI/AAAAAAAAB8M/Bufs5L6IaJ8/s320/08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652990588741074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I left out. Oh I know! A list of people I &lt;b&gt;do not&lt;/b&gt; want in my wedding! Nah. I am not that bad :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food (our favourite part!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: What kind of food would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Boyf: French food!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Anything in specific?&lt;br /&gt;Boyf: Peking duck.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That is not French food ok? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, everyone would be eating only this the entire night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5HsHL_I/AAAAAAAAB8E/F3-Txa1HR0Y/s1600/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG5HsHL_I/AAAAAAAAB8E/F3-Txa1HR0Y/s320/09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652986467332082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot au feu, which means beef stew with mixed vegetables. How considerate am I for your health! Ho ho ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For aperitif, a glass of champagne or fortified wines like Martini or Porto served with &lt;i&gt;crabe au citron&lt;/i&gt; (crab with lemon). Something that has a touch of the South of France :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG46gVq9I/AAAAAAAAB78/gnKfTGmsjPI/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURG46gVq9I/AAAAAAAAB78/gnKfTGmsjPI/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652982928288722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture is a &lt;i&gt;mille-feuille de crabe au citron&lt;/i&gt;. I could not find what I want but this is as close as I can get! Mille-feuille is known as Napoleon as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For entrees, we will have &lt;i&gt;soup a l'Oignon gratinee&lt;/i&gt;. Onion soup au gratin, the only thing that makes you fart like there is no tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHacFPgiI/AAAAAAAAB9E/pCL1CQYedD8/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHacFPgiI/AAAAAAAAB9E/pCL1CQYedD8/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567653558877127202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the main dish, I am thinking of &lt;i&gt;terrine de saumon aux epinards&lt;/i&gt; (salmon and spinach terrine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHaJ5L8MI/AAAAAAAAB88/H4T460erMzo/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHaJ5L8MI/AAAAAAAAB88/H4T460erMzo/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567653553994723522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, served in reasonable portion! The name says it all :) delicious as it sounded like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert! My favourite part of all meals. If the desert is not up to my standard, dinner would never be perfect. For desert, it is a battle between,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHZ47sE2I/AAAAAAAAB80/W0-2Pa835aU/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHZ47sE2I/AAAAAAAAB80/W0-2Pa835aU/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567653549441815394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mousse au chocolat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHZZNoGuI/AAAAAAAAB8s/pnfdgrQRWE8/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHZZNoGuI/AAAAAAAAB8s/pnfdgrQRWE8/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567653540927118050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Creme caramel&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHZAJxvxI/AAAAAAAAB8k/3dNEGb0s-1c/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURHZAJxvxI/AAAAAAAAB8k/3dNEGb0s-1c/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567653534200086290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tarte fine aux pommes et romarin&lt;/i&gt; (thin apple pie with rosemary)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, which one? Prolly I should serve all three :D or let them pick! And now, wedding cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURH7rRUg1I/AAAAAAAAB9U/GXk-njAgr5Q/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURH7rRUg1I/AAAAAAAAB9U/GXk-njAgr5Q/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567654129890001746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In slightly larger than cupcake size. This would make everyone happy and us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because I am a Chinese Asian and the boyf is a Chinese Asian, our wedding would most likely end up looking like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURH7Q2TU-I/AAAAAAAAB9M/8sw3eQ-ICq8/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURH7Q2TU-I/AAAAAAAAB9M/8sw3eQ-ICq8/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567654122797356002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5963438466290466033?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5963438466290466033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5963438466290466033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5963438466290466033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5963438466290466033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TURGM0UBglI/AAAAAAAAB7U/aSo3AucTJEY/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4813854016416020491</id><published>2011-01-28T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:46:37.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McHello</title><content type='html'>This post is a trade post for the McAloo Tikki post from &lt;a href="http://justabeer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abeer&lt;/a&gt;. In case you do not know what is a McAloo Tikki;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jmNrvlQ73pU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, I will be doing a review on Spicy Grilled Chicken burger from the same source, McDonald. What is so special about this burger could only be defined when you take your first bite, which rob you off your entire list of vocabulary. Visual aid would perhaps, be a better help. Oh and also the fact that you could not get it in Malaysia despite the similarity in name (talk about being creative). Had it in China. &lt;p style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;Be glad this is not a pork burger post else my blog would be a non-halal blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s1600/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s320/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567220359897881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There is also a seasonal Chinese New Year meal available, including Grilled Chicken Burger, curly fries, with a horoscope of the twelve zodiac animals of Chinese astrology and traditional "red" packets, or gift bags, for monetary gift giving as good luck. &lt;b&gt;Note that all chicken burgers offered in Chinese McDonald's use thigh fillet&lt;/b&gt; (e.g. Premium Grilled Thigh Fillet Burger, Hot and Spicy Grilled Thigh Fillet Burger), rather than breast meat as per usual in occidental countries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wikipedia, 2011)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take extra note of the bold ones. In case you missed it, by any chance, I extracted it for your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Note that all chicken burgers offered in Chinese McDonald's use thigh fillet (...)"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s1600/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s320/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567220359897881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought it thinking it was just a regular burger because they had that advertised as one of their newly launched item. And also because Chinese New Year is close, we assumed it was Prosperity burger. Being an awful banana, all I could say is just "我想要那个" (I want that) with my wriggly index finger poking at the picture &lt;u&gt;assuming&lt;/u&gt; it is a Prosperity burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s1600/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s320/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567220359897881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the nice Chinese girl behind the counter replied with a string of Chinese Mandarin which the translation lost somewhere within me. Next thing I asked if she could converse in Chinese Cantonese. Apparently, this set comes with a milkshake. And because they ran out of vanilla and strawberry milkshake, she asked if I would like a cappuccino/ latte milkshake in replace. Anyone who say no shall be deemed as an idiot and that would unfortunately be me. But because my brother wanted it, so he got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s1600/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s320/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567220359897881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a normal Prosperity chicken burger was not a normal Prosperity burger. This burger is god sent. It is so geniusly made that no words can describe it. I swear I would eat it &lt;s&gt;everyday&lt;/s&gt; if they ever sell it in Malaysia, specifically Ipoh and KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s1600/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s320/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567220359897881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bun was soft and the meat patty was awesome. I think the meat is nice because -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Note that all chicken burgers offered in Chinese McDonald's use thigh fillet (...)"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! They use chicken thighs as the meat patty! I think that is where the pure-genius-mouth-watering-breath-taking experience came from. They use chili powder and the pungent aroma just filled my nostril without me knowing. And it was that moment, it rob me off my list of vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s1600/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s320/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567220359897881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going China, you have to get this burger. I am not too sure about its halal factor. I did ask for pork burger but they only sell it for breakfast like our Breakfast Set replacing the chicken patty with pork patty. What a waste and you thought that half the McDonald menu over there would be filled with pork burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I forgot to mention the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:xx-large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25 CNY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ladies and gentlemen, is equalizes to -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;11.5919 MYR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(xe.com, 2011)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I KID YOU NOT!&lt;/B&gt; It is really 25 CNY! For a set! Now, before I end it, another vanity shot of the burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s1600/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/TUK9a8IJHAI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2A3CZ30cQ8E/s320/spicy%2Bchicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567220359897881602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;References&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia. 2011. McDonald's Products (International). Available at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McDonald's_products_(international)#China"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McDonald's_products_(international)#China&lt;/a&gt;. Accessed on January 28th, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Xe.com. 2011. The World's Favorite Currency Exchange Site. Available at &lt;a href="http://www.xe.com/ucc/convert.cgi?Amount=25&amp;From=CNY&amp;To=MYR"&gt;http://www.xe.com/ucc/convert.cgi?Amount=25&amp;From=CNY&amp;To=MYR&lt;/a&gt;. Accessed on January 28th, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note: I assure you that when I had this burger, the temperature was 6degrees and we walked the entire day (in that temperature) and we are tired and lethargic and therefore, delirious. Oh and I only have that &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; picture of the burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4813854016416020491?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4813854016416020491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4813854016416020491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4813854016416020491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4813854016416020491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/01/mchello.html' title='McHello'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jmNrvlQ73pU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5444720116283555802</id><published>2011-01-22T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:11:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>I had absolutely no intentions of coming back into this blog. I loved the name and I still do. Lyfedancer not only portrays what happened in my life but also what I would be expecting in my life. I guess I still stick to this blog looking at the fact that I have not shut it down yet. Perhaps, one day or maybe one fine moment, I would be a dedicated blogger. Well. Or I should just blog from my phone next time around. Why waste the 3G, aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5444720116283555802?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5444720116283555802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5444720116283555802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5444720116283555802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5444720116283555802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2011/01/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3098594373924888946</id><published>2010-06-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:44:40.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untitle'/><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>i just need you to know that i am stress. like shit stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3098594373924888946?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5309634572690276256</id><published>2010-05-30T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:47:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;it is the smallest things you did that made it big.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose at one point everyone faces some glitches of life. financial, love related, health, work, studies and so on. and i do believe that people around you do play a major role in supporting you and these people are those that make the smallest things count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;all i needed is just you to understand&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life falls on you, the only person that you hoped to see standing next to you, carrying you and lifting you up would be the one closest to you - family. and when you are in pain or struggling, they would be the first one to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viewing things from another perspective does make a huge difference.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, you try to suppress what you feel deep down inside just cause you do not want people around you to see that you are falling weaker and weaker. you assumed that if you are strong, they would too be affected by you. little did you know, you are tearing up in bits and pieces inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people just do not understand. smile and do not let it take you down.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say karma is strong. it hits back right at your face just like that - either directly or indirectly. i strongly believe in karma cause i witnessed it and also cause i know how it felt like. karma is a bitch. so you try to do good all the time while ponder when will it be to you. little did you know, you already achieved it - the payback of your karma, the smile on faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;being you is not easy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone view things at a different point. it is up to you to see how things are and how things will turn out to be. sometimes, there are some people who are just so inconsiderate and selfish that they only see things at their own perspective. however so, among these inconsiderately selfish people, they are those that are so selflessness that they are willing to give their everything to even a stranger. this are people that matter. this are people that touch the heart of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;carve a smile. you are pretty. you deserve better. you know it. be yourself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5309634572690276256?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3018984105862901477</id><published>2010-05-26T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:13:25.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><title type='text'>your rotten stick.</title><content type='html'>what does one plus one equals into? a window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*failed attempt to joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to cramp 8 weeks worth of notes = disaster T.T honestly, why can't exams just be eliminated in university level? this is no fun at all. 3 essay questions in 1.5 hours. no fun. &lt;B&gt;NO FUN!&lt;/B&gt; rawr. it is not like i never study, but where do you get the super power to write so fast. this is worst than the torture they used for curing the mental illness patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the hindsight, i am in week 10 now :) which means holidays are nearer :D which also means exams are even nearer wtf. gotten my exam's schedule and i think i am quite ok with it. at least it allows me time to study but ONE paper A DAY is the price to pay. been making lots of plans for short vacation :) mostly involve Johor and Singapore! can't wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the increasing amount of assignments are not at any help at all. urgh. i spent so much time doing this ONE bloody assignment only to get such low marks. seriously, i should spend less time in my assignments but they contributes 50% to my final markss T.T and one of it contributes 70%. ergo, must do :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;40 days till Y2S1 finals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3018984105862901477?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2669452477120049924</id><published>2010-05-23T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:31:56.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecturer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>idiocracy.</title><content type='html'>last update was in March 26. hmm. i do make such good progress in coming back once in a while :p nothing big happened but there are a few glitches here and there. not going to mention anything in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a hindsight, as i thought my timetables were pretty f-ed up, it actually just gotten better. thanks to the power of democracy :D finals are coming in pretty soon (5 - 9 July). assignments are tolerable at the moment. lecturers are good and nice minus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i shall update with better things in the future. would not want to flood with my own private life anymore. and i am too lazy to upload pictures. internet connection is cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you don't act like a kid just cause you stay far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;for the love of god, act as it befits your age!&lt;br /&gt;even my 8 year old friend can do better than you.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2669452477120049924?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2669452477120049924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2669452477120049924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2669452477120049924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2669452477120049924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2010/05/idiocracy.html' title='idiocracy.'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3722698933050709278</id><published>2010-03-26T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:35:24.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bak-sik-ally?</title><content type='html'>i now i have been updating very little :( my timetable is seriously f-ed up. i had 2 hours breaks in between classes on Monday, Tuesday nothing to complain cause by 2pm i would be home :p, Wednesday is outrageous cause i have bloody 3.5 hours break, Thursday class is at 8.30am and ends at 10.30am, Friday starts at 2.30pm and ends at 6pm. SEE! F-ED NOT? timetable is so depressing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i had not been getting much sleep lately. mainly cause i just couldn't? haha. but it is getting better :) serious. it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing much to update other than the fact that i am pretty much occupied whee. and if i want to start complaining in my blog, i have to make it private again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3722698933050709278?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3722698933050709278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3722698933050709278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3722698933050709278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3722698933050709278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2010/03/bak-sik-ally.html' title='bak-sik-ally?'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4688570928629803872</id><published>2010-03-21T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:15:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfavourable love</title><content type='html'>i don't get it. why would one want to destroy their own life just like that? seriously, if everyone would think straight. for once, they would know that if they were who they used to be, they can be a better off person today? instead of destroying yourself like that. honestly, it get you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the world is looking down at you, show them that you are not one of them! a fool at forty is a fool forever! i know it would be hard to regain who you used to be but slowly, slowly catchy monkey! the world is at your feet, all you need to do is just reach out and grab for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: heartbreak is not the world most biggest issue! so grow up and grow a pair of balllls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4688570928629803872?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4688570928629803872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4688570928629803872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4688570928629803872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4688570928629803872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2010/03/unfavourable-love.html' title='unfavourable love'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5489589646220868487</id><published>2010-03-20T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:04:43.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be patient and it will be yours.</title><content type='html'>yay! i changed my blog's layout again. you know, due to the numerous times i have abandoned my blog, i am starting to wonder if it really hates me that much that i could not preview the new template on the 3rd. anyway how, it has already started to love me back :D and tadaa! yes yes. must show some loveeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i have finished my diploma last year December and i am now pursuing my degree, Bsc (Hons) International Tourism Management. sounds damn cool :p and it would still be in Sunway sadly but i would be under Lancaster :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking for a job. anyone wanna hire this pretty girl :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5489589646220868487?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5489589646220868487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5489589646220868487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5489589646220868487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5489589646220868487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-patient-and-it-will-be-yours.html' title='be patient and it will be yours.'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-764003834756162285</id><published>2010-03-16T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:48:40.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untitle'/><title type='text'>I'm going to the Gatsby Deodorant Street Fair</title><content type='html'>so you have been running around KL like a madman when the hot hot sun is glaring at you fiercely and at the end of the day, you have this very important date with the love of your life. fear of getting smelly? use&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; Gatsby deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the superwoman in your office. you conquer each and every meeting like the Hulk. you have a fully packed schedule ahead of you and you want to smell nice like &lt;s&gt;He-man&lt;/s&gt; Wonder Woman. use&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; Gatsby deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you know i am going to the Gatsby deodorant street fair? hey. i am no superwoman but i do wanna look and smell fresh all day long! i am not stingy so i share with you the details teehee. i am so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17th April 2010&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10am till 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Front Foyer, Ground Floor, Berjaya Times Square, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can give you 3 reasons why you &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cause i am going&lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. lucky draws! who don't love lucky draws when there are various cool gadgets worth up to RM15,000 up for grabs!&lt;br /&gt;3. after buying the nice nice smell nice deodorant, you can try out their exciting fun-fair games! there are games like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/S58m-bgMWoI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hOWDHnzPMoA/s1600-h/sumo_mismatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/S58m-bgMWoI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hOWDHnzPMoA/s320/sumo_mismatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449116928118119042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;sumo wrestling!! (in air bag suits of course :p)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/S58pQXtK8PI/AAAAAAAAB60/7KO3PIIiYZo/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/S58pQXtK8PI/AAAAAAAAB60/7KO3PIIiYZo/s320/0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449119435359711474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;gladiator battles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many many many *copy paste x100000* more exciting fun-filled games! want to know more? find out more &lt;a href="www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-764003834756162285?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/764003834756162285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=764003834756162285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/764003834756162285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/764003834756162285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-going-to-gatsby-deodorant-street.html' title='I&apos;m going to the Gatsby Deodorant Street Fair'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/S58m-bgMWoI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hOWDHnzPMoA/s72-c/sumo_mismatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1969648307671299436</id><published>2009-12-02T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:22:20.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie and cinema'/><title type='text'>I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaS0o_MmNI/AAAAAAAAB6c/i7_99upOnSw/s1600-h/sherlock_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaS0o_MmNI/AAAAAAAAB6c/i7_99upOnSw/s320/sherlock_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410673435385567442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the starting of my high school days, i started having a strong liking towards any kind of show/ books/ comics that is related to all those detective stuff. i even have a whole series on Academy Detective Q just cause it is related to detective. also, i have this life action movie of Detective Conan. yes, my liking for such genre is THAT strong. haha. i think i still have a Sherlock Holmes book lying somewhere around in my house. it is a very very &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; thick book and the fonts are dreadfully small as well. i suppose, to be a good detective, you have to be good at reading fine prints &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaMfJiE-3I/AAAAAAAAB6M/h-KZg7zhmhg/s1600-h/chessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaMfJiE-3I/AAAAAAAAB6M/h-KZg7zhmhg/s320/chessie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410666469094914930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was pretty smart to put one of the mystery Sherlock Holmes image in &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;The Land of Cheeser Dot Com&lt;/a&gt;. there is a saying that goes like this, "behind every successful man there is a (hot stunningly beautiful sophisticated smart) woman". you know, like Irene Adler, an alluring and seductive woman from New Jersey earned Holmes's grudging respect by outwitting him. haha! even the screen shot gives a picture of an alluring and seductive woman next to the mystery Sherlock Holmes image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaMfTig2lI/AAAAAAAAB6U/0Sxy6TI-oFY/s1600-h/KY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaMfTig2lI/AAAAAAAAB6U/0Sxy6TI-oFY/s320/KY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410666471781096018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hor! this one i really have to salute. i found the second mystery Sherlock Holmes image in &lt;a href="http://kyspeaks.com/"&gt;KYCakap Dot Com&lt;/a&gt; see the joy stick? it is for those criminals to repent (i know wrong Boss!) and it is in pink! which also means, you repent now and He still love you :D KY is some sort like Holmes and the only difference is that, Holmes hunt for criminals, law offenders while KY hunts for food -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! now you know why they choose &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;The Land of Cheeser Dot Com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kyspeaks.com/"&gt;KYCakap Dot Com&lt;/a&gt;. cause they both fits being Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes! haha. in a way :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaS0_o96uI/AAAAAAAAB6k/RHz3lYYvWTA/s1600-h/sherlock_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaS0_o96uI/AAAAAAAAB6k/RHz3lYYvWTA/s320/sherlock_img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410673441466346210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mystery Sherlock Holmes image, from far it looked like Oreo and that image made me hungry &lt;i&gt;*munches on Oreo*&lt;/i&gt; but then, thanks to the practice of reading Sherlock Holmes book, it is actually Holmes's hat and a leather magnifying piece/ something with leather with a coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, as i was doing a little research, i stumbled upon this. i wonder what they meant by this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes#Knowledge_and_skills"&gt;8. Knowledge of Anatomy — Accurate, but unsystematic.&lt;/a&gt; my assumption is accurate - knows where and what he should do, unsystematic - wrong timing -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1969648307671299436?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1969648307671299436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1969648307671299436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1969648307671299436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1969648307671299436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sherlock-holmes-in-making.html' title='I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxaS0o_MmNI/AAAAAAAAB6c/i7_99upOnSw/s72-c/sherlock_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4190553971311149527</id><published>2009-12-02T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:51:34.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>you are weak, not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am so mad that i am actually cursing upside down inside out in my heart. urgh. so i took my films to this shop (with a big Kodak signboard and it is a shared shop with locksmith. the one in the same row as RHB bank) in SS15. i &lt;u&gt;carefully&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;strictly&lt;/u&gt; told her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THREE TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that it is a double frame film and i want my films to be developed into &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;36 pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; instead of 72 pieces. she nodded and say ok ok ok and come back on Wednesday to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back today AND SHE BLOODY DEVELOPED IT INTO 75 PIECES, RM51! i don't know where the 3 others came from but that is beside the point. she ignored me and i was pretty mad. the locksmith guy saw and he say he charge me 2 piece for the price of one. heh. so i paid RM21.50 and walked away. as any human with common sense, that Malay girl was frustrated cuse it is going to cost her out from her salary :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly hor, i am NOT that easy to be cheated. plus plus, i was a bit furious before i went there cause the cash deposit machine rejected my RM50 notes again &gt;.&lt; aiyo. if it continues like this, i might not want to go bank in rent anymore -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxY4OcIlzNI/AAAAAAAAB6E/SwG7uP_Qkxw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxY4OcIlzNI/AAAAAAAAB6E/SwG7uP_Qkxw/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410573823053778130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4190553971311149527?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4190553971311149527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4190553971311149527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4190553971311149527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4190553971311149527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-weak-not-me.html' title='you are weak, not me'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxY4OcIlzNI/AAAAAAAAB6E/SwG7uP_Qkxw/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5836202290644908918</id><published>2009-11-30T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:14:31.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><title type='text'>when i say no, i meant no</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;荡秋千&lt;br /&gt;Playing on a swing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来回终究要停在原点&lt;br /&gt;To and fro; in the end it must stop at the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;望太远&lt;br /&gt;Looking too far ahead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼前幸福却忽略&lt;br /&gt;The happiness nearest to us became neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晃半圈&lt;br /&gt;Swinging half a round,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;圆不了爱恋&lt;br /&gt;The circle of love could not be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高一遍低一遍&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes high, sometimes low,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风就吹散了永远&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew away our eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还想为你摇秋千&lt;br /&gt;I still wish to push the swing for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对着夕阳扮鬼脸&lt;br /&gt;To pull faces at the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若月光再美一点&lt;br /&gt;If the moonlight became a little more beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们会否把手牵&lt;br /&gt;Would we then be holding hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还想被你碎碎念&lt;br /&gt;I still wish to be nagged at by you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当数流星的配乐&lt;br /&gt;And treat it as the music accompaniment to shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你却说你等不到天亮&lt;br /&gt;You said that you could not wait till daylight has come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空秋千陪整夜&lt;br /&gt;An empty swing accompanied me throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;秋千和我失眠&lt;br /&gt;The swing and I lost sleep together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你影子身边&lt;br /&gt;At your shadow's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这公园太想念&lt;br /&gt;This garden holds too much memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你无邪的笑脸&lt;br /&gt;Of your innocent, smiling face.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he turned her head around. she sees him sitting behind and slowly she carved a smile on her lips. she felt secure. at least for that once cause she know he is always near her. the bell rang and they had to leave. as she walked away from him, she wished, very hard, that he know he is always in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e always sit behind her. watching her back makes his day. he wanted to show her how beautiful his love can be. he wanted to whisper those 3 words to her. the bell rang and they had to leave. as he walked away from her, his footsteps were getting heavier step by step. he wished, very hard, that he had the courage to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;14.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 - 1110 : Intergrated Marketing Management&lt;br /&gt;1400 - 1610 : Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;15.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 - 1110 : Human Resource Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;16.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 - 1110 : Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very busy few days, if you see my fb you know :) oh and i don't randomly add people i don't knowing fb and it is getting annoying day by day when people i don't know keep on adding me. seriously, don't you have friends?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxM4YCzyGAI/AAAAAAAAB58/4bnkURVxQOQ/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxM4YCzyGAI/AAAAAAAAB58/4bnkURVxQOQ/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409729563124176898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5836202290644908918?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5836202290644908918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5836202290644908918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5836202290644908918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5836202290644908918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-say-no-i-meant-no.html' title='when i say no, i meant no'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SxM4YCzyGAI/AAAAAAAAB58/4bnkURVxQOQ/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8523566221852047358</id><published>2009-10-25T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:18:08.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>adakah bunyi berkecai itu dari hatimu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;biar kata-katamu didengari. adakalanya, manusia memilih untuk menjadi buta, bisu dan pekak. ini adalah jenis-jenis manusia yang enggan berdepan dengan hidup. manusia yang enggan berkata dengan sekuat-kuat hatinya yang dia sudah kalah, yang dia sudah insaf, yang dia kenali kesalahan dirinya. ini adalah manusia jahanam yang sepatutnya masuk neraka bersama manusia-manusia jahanam yang lain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down with food poisoning ;( which makes me a &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; sad girl. vomited a lot on Thursday night. gotten better gradually on Friday. Saturday chest hurt due to the uncounted times of vomiting &lt;u&gt;season&lt;/u&gt;. Sunday, whyyy oh whyyy! my stomach rebels on me ;( foooooood! remind me, not to eat in cafeteria &lt;b&gt;ANYMORE&lt;/b&gt;. starve and die also, i swear i bring oat to uni and eat everyday! oat is good! oat is diet! oat is awesome pawesome! &lt;b&gt;OAT IS ONE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! feast your eyes on rolled oats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SuQlzPkBotI/AAAAAAAAB50/o4_n5WiNi1c/s1600-h/Rolled-Oats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SuQlzPkBotI/AAAAAAAAB50/o4_n5WiNi1c/s400/Rolled-Oats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396479815777886930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8523566221852047358?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8523566221852047358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8523566221852047358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8523566221852047358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8523566221852047358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/adakah-bunyi-berkecai-itu-dari-hatimu.html' title='adakah bunyi berkecai itu dari hatimu?'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SuQlzPkBotI/AAAAAAAAB50/o4_n5WiNi1c/s72-c/Rolled-Oats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-6825370790814993272</id><published>2009-10-22T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:52:00.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><title type='text'>let me gaze into your eyes &amp; show me your sorrow</title><content type='html'>how vulnerable is one human when he is faced with the consequences of his own actions which was caused without thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how rude can one human be when he shows no respect to others and yet gain none from the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how uncontented is one human's little heart when she tries and worked hard for what she wanted but only to be rejected by someone who is a notch lower than her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: no picture :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-6825370790814993272?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6825370790814993272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=6825370790814993272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6825370790814993272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6825370790814993272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me-gaze-into-your-eyes-show-me-your.html' title='let me gaze into your eyes &amp; show me your sorrow'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4924920152697091037</id><published>2009-10-21T07:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:36:22.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><title type='text'>don't bother reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/St5Ir0J7lzI/AAAAAAAAB5s/bsqyW-52ysE/s1600-h/EuJuinsPlace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/St5Ir0J7lzI/AAAAAAAAB5s/bsqyW-52ysE/s400/EuJuinsPlace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394829321208305458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,we spend the whole day or probably the whole week to ponder on the mistakes that we have done or we could have done. question: does it really worth it? answer: no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakalanya saya terasa seperti telah ditipu oleh hidup. kebanyakan masa saya rasa benda itu adalah hak milik saya. saya tahu di dalam penjuru hati saya yang ia adalah hal milik saya tetapi kenapa pada saat-saat terakhir, apabila semangat saya berada di tahap yang terpuncak sekali, harapan saya musnah berkecai seperti gelas jatuh pada lantai? seringkali saya bertanya, adakah itu takdir? adakah itu yang sepatutnya berlaku? adakah hidup ini sebegitu tidak adil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boleh kata berkemungkinan itu adalah nasib saya pada sejenak masa itu. tetapi, adakah kamu tahu apabila saya paling mahukan benda itu, apabila prestasi saya berjaya mengkagumkan saya sendiri, dan pada masa itulah harapan saya jatuh, berkecai dan musnah? jadi, apa yang kamu boleh berkata, itu adalah takdir dan semuanya bergantung pada nasib seseorang. adakah sebegitu? tidak bolehkan kita mengubah hakikat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya berpendapat bahawa sekiranya seseorang mahukan sesuatu dan dia buat segala yang mungkin untuk mengecapinya serta adakala dia mampu mengatasi had dirinya, itulah orang yang berhak memilik benda itu. itu adalah tuan kepunyaan benda itu sebab dia memang berusaha untuk mendapatinya. saya ada berusaha namun, pada akhirnya, ia bukan hak milik saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semangat saya yang berkobar-kobar pada garisan permulaan telah membuktikan pada saya yang tidak dan bukan semua benda boleh didapati walaupun awak berusaha bergila-gila. sebab adakalanya, nasib, takdir dan hidup akan menipu, merompak dan menjatuhkan semangat awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i knew at one point i changed the layout. sorry. i had no time to change back the old one. now it is back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4924920152697091037?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4924920152697091037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4924920152697091037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4924920152697091037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4924920152697091037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-bother-reading.html' title='don&apos;t bother reading'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/St5Ir0J7lzI/AAAAAAAAB5s/bsqyW-52ysE/s72-c/EuJuinsPlace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1278892047959841027</id><published>2009-10-10T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:30:18.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about you now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/StCjbVjoxvI/AAAAAAAAB5g/uGmOIHMUne0/s1600-h/sara300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/StCjbVjoxvI/AAAAAAAAB5g/uGmOIHMUne0/s400/sara300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390988444000896754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It was so easy that night.&lt;br /&gt;Should've been strong, yeah i lied.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gets me like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep hold of you then,&lt;br /&gt;How could i know what you meant,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to compare to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything changes, all the cities and faces.&lt;br /&gt;But i know how i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a mountain between us,&lt;br /&gt;But there's conflict i'm sure of,&lt;br /&gt;how i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we bring yesterday back around?&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know how i feel about you now.&lt;br /&gt;I was dumb, i was wrong, i let you down.&lt;br /&gt;But i know how i feel about you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that it takes, one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let our last kiss be our last.&lt;br /&gt;Give me tonight and i'll show you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything changes, i dont care where it takes us.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know how i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day passed me by, not a day passed me by.&lt;br /&gt;When i dont think about you. &lt;br /&gt;And theres no moving on, cause i know you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;And i can't be without you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee! so my previous post no picture but heck :p old songs are cool. songs that are currently playing in the radio, i had no idea what they are singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am crazily procrastinating now &gt;.&lt; trying hard to fight backkkkk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1278892047959841027?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1278892047959841027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1278892047959841027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1278892047959841027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1278892047959841027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-you-now.html' title='about you now'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/StCjbVjoxvI/AAAAAAAAB5g/uGmOIHMUne0/s72-c/sara300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4255791188786524636</id><published>2009-10-10T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:28:20.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><title type='text'>procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Pitcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His art is eccentricity, his aim&lt;br /&gt;How not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His passion how to avoid the obvious,&lt;br /&gt;His technique how to vary the avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others throw to be comprehended.&lt;br /&gt;He throws to be a moment misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,&lt;br /&gt;But every seeming aberration willed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to, yet still, still to communicate&lt;br /&gt;Making the batter understand too late.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating is bad &gt;.&lt; i am stuck! things to study. time wasted. urgh. buck up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4255791188786524636?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4255791188786524636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4255791188786524636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4255791188786524636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4255791188786524636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/procrastinating.html' title='procrastinating'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-830900481136091505</id><published>2009-10-08T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:55:48.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><title type='text'>if i could have one wish, i wish for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/Ss1iWrxfakI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4E_GScjVblc/s1600-h/Malacca02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/Ss1iWrxfakI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4E_GScjVblc/s400/Malacca02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390072470879300162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there! a picture for a post! this was taken in Malacca a while back ;) as you can see, it is a piece of abandon land. given with nice clouds and some sunlight, it makes a great picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still stuck doing my IMM individual assignment. i am &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; off track!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-830900481136091505?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/830900481136091505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=830900481136091505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/830900481136091505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/830900481136091505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-could-have-one-wish-i-wish-for-you.html' title='if i could have one wish, i wish for you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/Ss1iWrxfakI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4E_GScjVblc/s72-c/Malacca02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1357025583294303440</id><published>2009-10-07T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:27:33.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecturer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>hope when i say hop</title><content type='html'>new blogskin! so sick and tired of the old one. anyway, i just realized i need to download Greasemonkey again &gt;.&lt; urgh. so i reformatted my laptop and almost everything went &lt;i&gt;poof&lt;/i&gt; on me! the old laptop had billions of applications i downloaded inside. o'wells. beggars can't be choosers. i wonder if Greasemonkey works on Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Greasemonkey is a Mozilla Firefox add-on that allows users to install scripts that make on-the-fly changes to HTML web page content on the DOMContentLoaded event, which happens immediately after it is loaded in the browser (also known as augmented browsing). As Greasemonkey scripts are persistent, the changes made to the web pages are executed every time the page is opened, making them effectively permanent for the user running the script. Greasemonkey can be used for adding new functions to web pages (for example, embedding price comparison in Amazon.com web pages), fixing rendering bugs, combining data from multiple webpages, and numerous other purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greasemonkey"&gt;wikipedia - Greasemonkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. if you could understand. but the main deal is that Greasemonkey is created to work only in Firefox. so, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, uni is starting to DIG the best out of me. classes are replica of one another (or i should rather say it is a repetition of what was taught previously). leceturers are the same old faces, which is good but also not very some times. when one tend to know one too much, one tend to crave for a fresh breath of air. hope i am making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be doing my bloody IMM individual report which i am &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; off track from the main question. main reason: it is not related to IMM but IMC. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i am so displeased with. prolly i should spend some time writing it out, in an ambiguous way. you know, i would like to keep my head attached to my body a little bit more longer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i should make my blog more lively. heh. i am going to post a picture each time i write a post. no i can't say i am doing it &lt;b&gt;everyday&lt;/b&gt; cause you know me :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1357025583294303440?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1357025583294303440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1357025583294303440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1357025583294303440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1357025583294303440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-when-i-say-hop.html' title='hope when i say hop'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3893997113011673478</id><published>2009-10-02T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:03:31.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><title type='text'>you hurt me</title><content type='html'>I am 20. I have my own dream, passion and interest. No, I don’t need anyone to step on me like that. No, I don’t need any de-motivation. You can just walk away if you have nothing better to say. It doesn’t really matter; at least that’s what I think. You &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; my dream. You &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; my passion. You &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; my interest. You kill &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. No, I did not walk away. You pushed me away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3893997113011673478?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3893997113011673478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3893997113011673478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3893997113011673478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3893997113011673478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-hurt-me.html' title='you hurt me'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-420713832711818925</id><published>2009-09-18T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:03:43.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ǝɟıl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>undisclosed desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I know you've suffered, &lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you to hide, &lt;br /&gt;It's cold and loveless, &lt;br /&gt;I won't let you be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing, &lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel pure, &lt;br /&gt;Trust me, &lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask, &lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past, &lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trick your lovers, &lt;br /&gt;That you're wicked and divine, &lt;br /&gt;You may be a sinner, &lt;br /&gt;But your innocence is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please me, &lt;br /&gt;Show me how it's done, &lt;br /&gt;Tease me, &lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart, &lt;br /&gt;I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask, &lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past, &lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i hadn't been updating. final semester is crazy! too many work to be done, too many assignments piling up. i am trying hard to reduce the piles. currently i am rushing on my SWE report. urgh. honstly, must everything be in essay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-420713832711818925?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/420713832711818925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=420713832711818925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/420713832711818925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/420713832711818925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/09/undisclosed-desire.html' title='undisclosed desire'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5012152529989533167</id><published>2009-09-05T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:14:29.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>it was a long walk</title><content type='html'>i am feeling very tired. very exhausted. i know i did nothing much. it feels like everything is draining me. i wonder what brought this feeling. i wonder if it was because of decisions that i had to make or rather it be the future that i had to decide. whichever it is, this feeling for sure i am going to get rid off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uni is starting soon. had this rather mix feeling. &lt;i&gt;Human Resource Management (HRM), Hospitality and Tourism Law, Economics for the Hospitality and Tourism Industry, Tourism Research, Methodology and Statistic (Research), Intergrated Marketing Management (IMM) as well as Moral Studies&lt;/i&gt;. talking about Moral Studies makes me fuming mad ;( i wonder why i went through all the pain and sufferings in high school yet i have to do this again in uni! i am truly lookling forward for Law. it is going to be interesting though. IMM not much *shrugs* prolly cause i knew who is teaching &gt;.&lt; which causes me to dread even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at it on a brighter side, it is going to be my final semester. then i will be kicked out of the house to work my ass off. what brings next? yet to know. things changes to fast that i almost vomit. it is like how when you see stars and moon and birds chirping then maybe an angel or two. that is when you know you are going green and puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days in Lagoon are long gone. i could partially say i am happy yet i am not. happy for i am no longer entangled with the messy politics happening. sad for the fact that i am leaving some really cool friends behind. well, i suppose everyone have to move on. prolly you might see be back there working. chances are 60-40. go figure which for which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. i know i have been abandoning my blog as well as eff. heck i will be back soon. i had no idea what is my problem. i seemed to be tired most of the time. blame the weather i suppose? ah. it is getting late. hitting the sack. shall update eff tomorrow as well as this dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: did i mention i had fish for my birthday present? correction : fishes. yes. and i found a dead prawn. long story. shall elaborate next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5012152529989533167?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5012152529989533167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5012152529989533167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5012152529989533167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5012152529989533167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-long-walk.html' title='it was a long walk'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3817339816752699466</id><published>2009-08-18T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:13:34.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>be with me</title><content type='html'>so life after MTV is pretty boring :( aih. and the worst thing is that i am alone in the office today ;( ;( ;( which makes me an extra sad kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a full review of MTV, visit effguide.com! till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3817339816752699466?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3817339816752699466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3817339816752699466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3817339816752699466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3817339816752699466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-with-me.html' title='be with me'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-6746408771362387750</id><published>2009-08-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:34:18.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>ily</title><content type='html'>i wonder how people survive with such weather. one thing i know is that i could not survive in such weather. i am currently dying to get back to Ipoh so i can hibernate there. urgh. weather, air and whatnot, Ipoh would be much and way better in comparison. life in KL is too fast for me. i need a break. i thought i had gotten used to it by now but heck. it seems to be even faster now. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far my schedule has been damn packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 &amp;amp; 16/8 - MTV World Stage and Eason Chan Moving on Stage 26&lt;br /&gt;22 - 24/8 - going back to Ipoh for a) bf's grandma's birthday and b) my transformation!&lt;br /&gt;28 - 31/8 - Singaporeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;04 - 06/9 - going back to Ipoh &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and semester starts on 08/9 &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" alt="sedih" title="sedih" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down till those days &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="senyum" title="senyum" /&gt; oh and also 24/8! right now, i will have to prepare myself mentally and physically for 2 very hectic days, MTV World Stage and Eason Chan Moving on Stage 26.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-6746408771362387750?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6746408771362387750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=6746408771362387750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6746408771362387750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6746408771362387750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/08/ily.html' title='ily'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7865508684276023775</id><published>2009-08-05T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:34:04.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>life ;)</title><content type='html'>yes i know it has been some time since i blogged. i did not even update effguide &gt;.&lt; feeling very guilty now. since i am quite free today, i am going to update eff! a short post on something, which i have yet to figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been quite obsessed with lollipops nowadays. have to and must control self! haha! i had no idea but my cravings are hitting me like typhoon! urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hatred towards someone is increasing day by day. damnit. that's it la. my zen and my coolness is gone! aih. nevermind. 14 more days in Lagoon and i am gone. 14 days which does not include AiFM concert (8/8), MTV World Stage (15/8) and Eason Chan concert (16/8). if i add those on, it would be 17 days ;( i don't like to make myself sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that i got a Twitter account? sadly, it is only opened to people whom i know and trust! it is private!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-7865508684276023775?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7865508684276023775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=7865508684276023775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7865508684276023775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7865508684276023775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='life ;)'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-96652580279009817</id><published>2009-07-27T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:06:58.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>&amp; i love you :)</title><content type='html'>if everything goes as well as i plan, then my birthday should be my last day :) i really wish nothing goes wrong! i am really looking forward for it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it is not that internship-ing here is bad but it is just that the politics are a bit too much for me to handle. heh. i am not a very political person but heck, i have been doing fine so far. i just, well, push it away :D so it is only one person complaining. haha! long story :D save it fro another day. that is if i feel like typing it out. prolly i would just leave her that tiny bit of face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this Wednesday marks our 3 years together. haha! it is funny how fast time flies pass us. it definitely did not feel that long and yesterday feels like the first day i met you :) in fact, every yesterdays feels like the first day i met you. or maybe the Hawker Night in my church. all those evening walks at that field. our Sunday morning walks and breakfast. things that we did last time. how much it changes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-96652580279009817?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/96652580279009817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=96652580279009817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/96652580279009817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/96652580279009817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you.html' title='&amp; i love you :)'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8889876923639501052</id><published>2009-07-23T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:44:05.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>be the strength of my weakness</title><content type='html'>it is funny sometimes how you determine to be strong but yet at the same time you feel weak? that is how i felt sometimes. i have the strength to go on but at the end of that strength, i feel very weak. and that weakness at that end of the strength sometimes does overcloud my strength. iono but it feels nice to know that there is someone to be the strength of your weakness. ahh. i am lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently many things happened. good, bad, sad and happy. well, i should be thankful that all the unhappy events are turned into happy events. more or less happy. i had nothing much to type lately ;P and i started playing farmville on fb &gt;.&lt; ahh. the boredom of office hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8889876923639501052?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8889876923639501052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8889876923639501052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8889876923639501052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8889876923639501052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-strength-of-my-weakness.html' title='be the strength of my weakness'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1643825820951152617</id><published>2009-07-20T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:41:07.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>it doesn't mean a thing</title><content type='html'>i have seen how people change. i have seen how good people turned mean. i have seen how best friends becomes enemy. what i don't want to see the most is that my friends are going against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things in life that we face everyday. it is like turbulence to an airplane. i call these bends. bends of the journey of life. family issues, educations, friendships, pressures. which of these we do not face at least once in our life time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. words are easier said than done but believe me, i have been there several of times and i know how much it hurts. but at the end of the day, it is our strength that makes the difference. it is out strength that keeps us walking on. it is our strength that hold us up no matter what falls on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do the strength comes from? from yourself. if you believe that you could, you would. believe in yourself. trust yourself. no problems come without a solution. no roads shows an end without the beginning. we have to keep on trying. never give up on anything. i wonder if this makes sense; never give up on nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i know most people have been through more than i did. i am really thankful that when all these happened on me, my mom was there for me. in fact, she still is here for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1643825820951152617?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1643825820951152617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1643825820951152617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1643825820951152617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1643825820951152617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-doesnt-mean-thing.html' title='it doesn&apos;t mean a thing'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4294363257856310982</id><published>2009-07-19T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:22:54.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>you!</title><content type='html'>random update: i am a much more happier kid now :D&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;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4294363257856310982?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4294363257856310982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4294363257856310982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4294363257856310982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4294363257856310982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/you.html' title='you!'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7161793156756842308</id><published>2009-07-17T08:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:36:57.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>are the best things in life are worth working for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i can't escape its grasp&lt;br /&gt;the more i think, the worse it gets&lt;br /&gt;i try to get away, try to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;then why do i feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;giving up would be so easy&lt;br /&gt;but always they say&lt;br /&gt;the best things in life are worth working for&lt;br /&gt;why? cant something good come easy&lt;br /&gt;and take away this feeling&lt;br /&gt;frustration, anger, jealousy, confusion&lt;br /&gt;all these happening together&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? its horrible&lt;br /&gt;i feel the burning in my chest&lt;br /&gt;the frustration inside&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting more and more frustrated as days passing by. i am beginning to lose my temper like a nonstop firing machine gun. source of these? i had no idea. i wish i am superhuman sometimes. so that all worries and troubles could be solve with just a click! how i wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i have been super tremendously sleepy these few days! last night i slept while watching tv halfway! and i woke up late this morning! if not because of my stomachache, i would have continue sleeping on. anyways, i am glad it is Friday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested for a small trip for tomorrow :) a trip to Malacca. take it as a treat for my stress as well as for my mom. i know she has been dying to do these! so, why not? haha. since i have already enjoyed myself in Ipoh with a bunch of friends, so now it is her turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;कभी ख़ुशी कभी ग़म (Sometimes Happiness, Sometimes Sadness)&lt;br /&gt;i have been keeping a lot in myself,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i release it all one day,&lt;br /&gt;what would happen?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-7161793156756842308?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7161793156756842308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=7161793156756842308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>just stay for me</title><content type='html'>objections objections objections. that is the only thing i have been hearing and feeling for the past few days, correction, weeks. for once, if there is an objection to anything, would you please kindly come up with a solution for me too? right now i need no objections. i need solutions, i need a way, i need a bloody damn road. i am starting to get tired of these. i have been fighting for it and yet, no one is helping me at all. whenever i found a solution and scanned through the consequences, i realize that i have to endure all those might happens and possible future incident. to succeed in something is to endure the hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that those objections are meant for my own good but since it has come to the state of objection, where is the solution? or what are your suggestions to fend off to my bad choice of ideas? at first i was thinking, why is everyone going against me? why can't for once they just let me be me. then it came across that the problem lies in me. i have been too picky and maybe it is right that i does not want to open to choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i have been thinking a lot too. tons and tons of what ifs. i had no idea how tired i was. i never knew thinking was that tough and it is taking its toll on me. i am so lethargic during the day time. i spend most of my time thinking and nothing but thinking. honestly, is there anyone out there willing to think for me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;i&gt;and when things started falling apart, that is when i lost hold of &lt;b&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8397584926999380103?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8397584926999380103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8397584926999380103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8397584926999380103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8397584926999380103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-stay-for-me.html' title='just stay for me'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1976778308686054838</id><published>2009-07-15T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:55:49.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>it never felt this damn good.</title><content type='html'>fairy tales. do they exist or it is just another bedtime story or a make believe kind of thing? fairies. does fairies really exist? or is it just that we human are so imperfect that we dream of something that make us feel so perfect? fairy godmothers. will they come if i call? do i even have one to start off with? we human make things to believe hoping that it would come true one day. are we so naive that we are so wiling to live in a world that does not exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i would like to live in a world that i believe in. a world where things are easy going, no stress, no backstabbing, rainbows everywhere, smiles and laughter heard all day long, a world that is so surreal that it doesn't even exist unless i try sleeping now and yeah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we are going pretty strong. though there were a lot of obstacles and challenges but we are still going strong. i am very thankful for that. on and off we would hurt each others feelings. in and out we would feel anger and sad. still, at the end of the day, we would look for each other up and down. this is what makes us so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a separate note, i have been feeling damn thankful for the past few days. people that i love and appreciate that they exist. that they are here with me. really really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello darkness, my old friend, i've come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while i was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1976778308686054838?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1976778308686054838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1976778308686054838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1976778308686054838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1976778308686054838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-never-felt-this-damn-good.html' title='it never felt this damn good.'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-298036175952076079</id><published>2009-07-14T08:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:07:45.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>&amp; when you wake up, it is going to be bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>yeah i know i have been a bum for not updating. when things were going at an exhilarating speed, i wished that it would be slower so i could enjoy every moment out of it. but when things decided to go at billions of notch below slow speed, i wished that it would pass by like the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to Ipoh on Thursday night with a bunch of wacko friends. honestly, these people are people i am very grateful for! life is a million times better when you have friends that doesn't beat around the bush with you and tells you straight up if they find you are annoying/ irritating/ anything possible. these bunch of people are the ones that makes you feel that life is not just another roller coaster ride. they put speed bums when things are going to fast and they put nitrous oxide when things are going too slow. these people are not just any ordinary bunch of wackos you see at the side of the street. they are abnormal bunch of wackos, so much incomparable to Superman, Batman, Ultraman and Spenderman! &lt;b&gt;SAPADEM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about my trip back to Ipoh, i came back with a handful "souvenirs". i got nice big scratches near the ankle of my right leg, a torn sweat pants (not really torn, a hole near the knee cap more likely), a very tired body due the the lack of sleep and also fears. fears that i don't feel like mentioning. that i would rather keep it inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, everything seemed to be moving into plan B. i fear that plan B might not even be working. i don't have a plan C. i don't even know what my plan C should be. so for now, just pray that plan B really works out or i will have to...no. i will MAKE plan B happen! no rooms for failure this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to 28th August. 44 more days. &lt;b&gt;forty-four&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;note to self - it is ok to cry once in a while. just cry for the right reason.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-298036175952076079?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/298036175952076079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=298036175952076079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>the andrenalin rush.</title><content type='html'>i can't wait for tonight! HAHA. it is going to be fun fun fun! a trip to my hometown but with a bunch of wacky friends! nothing much happened lately. well, ahh. keep that for another time. this is just another short update anyway :) to keep my blog alive though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-262150770751502259?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/262150770751502259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=262150770751502259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/262150770751502259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/262150770751502259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/andrenalin-rush.html' title='the andrenalin rush.'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8709340391421102536</id><published>2009-07-01T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:47:44.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>so it has been 1 month since i changed department. seriously, this department is a love hate kind of thing. well anyway, been hearing news that my lecturer has been going around visiting everyone. soon it is going to be my turn. i have nothing much to say though. it is kinda fun working here but the stress level is super high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeric's&lt;/span&gt; last day. he is an IT intern, from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SunUni&lt;/span&gt; also! kinda sad cause now it is like one friend missing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;. but then it is also a relief that it was his last day yesterday. he has been living in hell since his internship here. well, all that i can say is that he has become more and more professional in playing hide and seek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, there has been many decision makings that has to be done. decisions that delaying is not a reason. some personal related and some future related. future related decision making are almost nearly done but the personal related ones are a tad bit difficult. in any case, let time take its pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention that i am the first in office today? HOORAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss your breath&lt;br /&gt;i miss your hugs&lt;br /&gt;i miss your kisses&lt;br /&gt;i miss your smiles&lt;br /&gt;i miss your snores&lt;br /&gt;i miss your laughter&lt;br /&gt;i miss your waking you up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i miss biting you&lt;br /&gt;i miss making you mad&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8709340391421102536?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8709340391421102536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8709340391421102536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8709340391421102536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8709340391421102536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1923349956037034146</id><published>2009-06-29T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:43:12.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>&amp; idk</title><content type='html'>so Akon concert is post-poned till October 24. reason being is that he got family matter. once we (we as in the people in the department) read this, we instantly know that it is not true! and the truth is - like we would know! anyhow, Eason Chan's press conference will still be going on as usual on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. i can't wait to go Singapore and Melbourne ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1923349956037034146?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1923349956037034146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1923349956037034146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1923349956037034146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1923349956037034146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/idk.html' title='&amp; idk'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5500604324646531487</id><published>2009-06-25T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:20:07.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>#420</title><content type='html'>RAWR! i am so frustrated! i am on the phone with a client. client was asking about the area and so on cause they wanted to do a showcase. then, she has to tap on my shoulder to do something that she herself can do! of course i asked her to wait! then she don't like. wthhhhhhhh. then she tapped me again (still on the phone) after that and gave me a stare. SO I STARED BACK! OI FATTY. WALK LITLE BIT CANNOT DIE ONE OK?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5500604324646531487?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5500604324646531487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5500604324646531487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5500604324646531487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5500604324646531487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/420.html' title='#420'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1799532203778884549</id><published>2009-06-23T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:56:50.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>take me where you want to go</title><content type='html'>today smells bad. opened the door and &lt;i&gt;ugh!&lt;/i&gt; TERRIBLE! nevertheless, i rained yesterday, somewhere sometime during the night cause the floor outside was wet? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pc in my work place is slowwww and it is Pentium 4 &gt;.&lt; gak gak gak! old monitor and yada yada mada. no DVD Rom some more! o'well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided on where i would be heading. talked to a few people about it, about how i felt. i really feel bad cause it felt like i am somehow somewhat being the black sheep. i know where i stand and i really want to make an effort out of it. people were pretty helpful. some even reminded me that it is not going to be easy but they would be there for me. for some odd reason, i somehow felt that this is the right choice in a wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been runnin in circles all day long&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of breath but I'm still going strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, every morning, i would make myself a litre of smoking hot green tea. then i would drink till it is lunch time. why you ask? TO SUPPRESS HUNGER! i have been auto alarmed to wake up at 7am every morning. then i would sit in front of my laptop, a) blog in effguide or b) watch my series :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. life is good? i don't know &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I let my guard down for you&lt;br /&gt;And in time you will too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1799532203778884549?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1799532203778884549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1799532203778884549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1799532203778884549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1799532203778884549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-where-you-want-to-go.html' title='take me where you want to go'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8844715249424985005</id><published>2009-06-22T06:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:08:19.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>stay, just for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;he was leaving and that she won't be able to see him for a year. she thought she could take it. she thought she could hang on. her days starting to shatter. she was woken up by her own fear, by her own nightmare. sitting at the edge of the bed in frightful tears. decisions that has to be made. as torn as she is inside her, she decided on what is best for her and she won't change it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh yeah. i have nothing much to blog about today. just another day at work. oh and i baked butter cake yesterday. it was very moist and nice. not too sweet. only thing is that the boyf said it tasted much like scones. well, a very BIG scone though. the boyf wanted to buy jam for it &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of things which needs to be decided at this point. i think due to much stress, i have been pretty restless at night. but still, ah. i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8844715249424985005?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8844715249424985005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8844715249424985005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8844715249424985005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8844715249424985005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-just-for-me.html' title='stay, just for me.'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3164499281139613057</id><published>2009-06-19T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:33:13.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>spin me around</title><content type='html'>KILL ME PLEASE! I AM SLEEPY AND DREADING TO COME TO WORK. I HAVE BEEN LIKE THIS LATELY! HAD THIS FEELING OF WANTING TO GO HOME. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think it is caused from the unhealthy working environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAVE ME LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's mission: no Milo, no Teh Tarik, no sweet food (including sweets) and drink &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; green tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3164499281139613057?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3164499281139613057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3164499281139613057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3164499281139613057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3164499281139613057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/spin-me-around.html' title='spin me around'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2151620866425502082</id><published>2009-06-17T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:50:07.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>smile like you never smile before</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;傷感故事&lt;br /&gt;sentimental story&lt;br /&gt;誰真的愛聽&lt;br /&gt;who really loves to listen to it?&lt;br /&gt;特別那是你&lt;br /&gt;especially since it is you&lt;br /&gt;怎麼忍心&lt;br /&gt;how can I bear to?&lt;br /&gt;oh memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多年不停逃避&lt;br /&gt;endlessly running away for so many years&lt;br /&gt;對你的感情一直累積&lt;br /&gt;the feelings for you have been accumulating&lt;br /&gt;hey dear my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;請給我你的笑臉&lt;br /&gt;please give me your gleeful face&lt;br /&gt;兩個不同世界&lt;br /&gt;two different worlds&lt;br /&gt;路有多遠&lt;br /&gt;how far is the road between?&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一句再見都沒留&lt;br /&gt;leaving not even a word of goodbye behind&lt;br /&gt;是我怕你淚流&lt;br /&gt;is it because I’m afraid that your tears would fall&lt;br /&gt;還是我說不出口&lt;br /&gt;or that I couldn’t bring myself to tell you&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛得最深的朋友&lt;br /&gt;the most enamoured friend&lt;br /&gt;最需要我的那時候&lt;br /&gt;but when I was needed the most&lt;br /&gt;卻走到了盡頭&lt;br /&gt;we reached a dead end&lt;br /&gt;oh memory&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheyyy!i am the first to arrive in office today! haha. usually someone would be earlier than me but today that someone is not here yet. i wonder if she is coming or not. oh, btw, that someone is from my department ;) she stays in Cheras thefore she comes to work VERY early to avoid jam and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i am really blessed with people around me. they are cheerful and very helpful in making my gloomy days turn into sunshine days. i really thank them a lot for playing such a role in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days have been passing by SO fast. i wonder if it is a good thing. now i wish i am in July or August! HAHA! i know. i just wish it would pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my latest song addiction *points at the lyrics above* mainly just cause of the Canon in D part. and somehow, the lyrics is just...speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to 兩個世界 by 胡清藍&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2151620866425502082?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2151620866425502082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2151620866425502082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2151620866425502082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2151620866425502082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/smile-like-you-never-smile-before.html' title='smile like you never smile before'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2670469117155175722</id><published>2009-06-17T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:04:33.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>&amp; things just fall</title><content type='html'>i hate being in a situation where it doesn't benefit me at all (minus voluntary work!). not only that it doesn't bring me any benefit, it make me look bad at the same time. seriously and honestly, i don't want to be in your game. i have &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; wanted to be in it and i am &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; in it. so, leave me alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2670469117155175722?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2670469117155175722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2670469117155175722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2670469117155175722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2670469117155175722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-just-fall.html' title='&amp; things just fall'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-725551716907307423</id><published>2009-06-17T08:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:44:17.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>la vita è bella</title><content type='html'>i might have always appear as someone who posses no fear but in reality, i do. my greatest fear would be the death of my loved ones. i spent almost the whole morning thinking about this. i &lt;b&gt;DO&lt;/b&gt; value my loved ones very much. it has been a fact that in relationship (be it your family or bf/gf), we are bound to hurt one another. honestly, if anyone faces relationship that doesn't have these, i am sorry to say, prolly you need to re-evaluate your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have been neglecting a particular someone a lot. as a matter of fact, i am avoiding. what happened has been such a great impact that it totally numbed me all over. words are easier said than done. the advise was that what if death falls upon, would i regret? yes i would terribly regret but i just can't bring myself to it. it not only disgust me but at the same time, it pushes me further away. so, i am pleading, please give me more time. i really need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, my main concern now would be my future. i have been thrown in an offer but i wanted to broaden my experiences. i don't want to stay stuck at a place. i don't know. maybe i would think about it. but still, right now i think that should not be my main priority yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently listening to Happy Up There by Röyksopp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-725551716907307423?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/725551716907307423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=725551716907307423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/725551716907307423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/725551716907307423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-vita-e-bella.html' title='la vita è bella'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-6989575300239214806</id><published>2009-06-16T08:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:06:50.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>seeing you makes my heart drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;sitting on her desk, sipping at the tasteless Milo. she wonders if this is what her life would be in the future. shaking the thoughts away, she told herself that it will never happen. her life has got to be more than this! like just every other person in the world, she too has high aims.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a good girl! i come to office so early ;D looking at my attandence card, i kind of feel super please with myself! never once i am late to work. had 2 days in this month which i did not come to work. one is MC cause of diarrhea and the other one i took a non-paid leave. family comes first! so yea, i am planning &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; to skip anymore for this month and next month! i want full payment for salary. although they are paying me a pittance which in reality is not enough to make a living for 2 weeks but money is money! who don't want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH EH?! i forgotten to bring my jacket today ;( never mind. i "stole" someone's jacket *winks winks* for some odd reason, i am in a better mood today. blame the menstrual. haha! but then, i am starting to develop a sore throat and i want to eat durian badly. rawr! someone please feed this girl here! i heard that in SS2 they got this all you can eat for RM15 and the durians are all superb (as in the bitter ones!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this morning both of my legs cramp -.- it was during my sleep. it is a sign that i am overworking my legs. awww. pity them but heck, i got no choice! so, legs oh legs, please don't blame me ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Milo finished so i tried the Teh Tarik. one word: EWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently listening to : Fight The Bad Feeling (Ballad Ver.) by T-MAX&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-6989575300239214806?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6989575300239214806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=6989575300239214806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6989575300239214806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6989575300239214806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/seeing-you-makes-my-heart-drop.html' title='seeing you makes my heart drop'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-6930264870853562422</id><published>2009-06-15T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:25:25.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>blessed that you are mine</title><content type='html'>i wonder if it is just me or that the air con is cold. the place i am seating is super strategic where the air con's flap, no matter how you position it, it will still be blowing to me! this reminds me to bring my own jacket to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as usual is another boring day. it is funny how i see others being busy with the DND sign on their forehead yet i am sitting here playing? haha. not exactly playing. i am just looking for things that i can do ;) guess cause i am new and i don't have much experience? i suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asume that i am going to be pretty moodles for the first few weeks next month. partially cause the boyf is going back to Ipoh which leave me with mom and sis. no i am not complaining. it is going to be great cause well, at least my room and laundry would be well taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other half would be, i had no idea. haha. in any case, i have been pretty moodless for the past few days. it doesn't come with any reson. it is just the way it is. plus, i realize my temper has been going pretty bad too. must do something about it.yea i know words are easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what is up for next month. Akon concert on the 2nd July. i am one of the crew working on that night. then the rest of the events are pretty much tentative due to some P&amp;C issues. also next month would mark our 3 years together ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-6930264870853562422?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6930264870853562422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=6930264870853562422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6930264870853562422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6930264870853562422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessed-that-you-are-mine.html' title='blessed that you are mine'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-6376466640884830981</id><published>2009-06-14T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:37:12.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>that dream i am dreaming</title><content type='html'>I am back ;) for good, I hope. So, I have been pretty busy lately. Changed to a new department, Events and Entertainment. Guess I joined in at the right time! We are currently very packed for Akon's concert on the 2nd July as well as the MTV World Stage on the 15th August. Hell busy but I am enjoying &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="senyum" title="senyum" /&gt; not complaining at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past few days my routine has been pretty much repetitive. Wakes up at 7am, clean up, get to work at 8am, lunch at 1pm till 2pm (if any of you are going to Pyramid, give me a ring! We go lunch ok?) then work till 6pm, sleep at 8pm or latest by 10pm. Pretty repetitive right? Still, it is fun cause it is like I am learning one whole new thing. Something that I have never done before in my life &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge - meet it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift - accept it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a sorrow - over come it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tregedy - face it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery - unfold it - unsolve it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a opportunity - take it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise - complete it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle - fight it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a goal - achieve it&lt;br /&gt;Life is love - love it&lt;br /&gt;Life can be adventures - enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty - perform it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game - out smart it&lt;br /&gt;Life is a beauty - praise it&lt;br /&gt;Life is life - live it - make of something good of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-6376466640884830981?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6376466640884830981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=6376466640884830981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6376466640884830981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/6376466640884830981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-dream-i-am-dreaming.html' title='that dream i am dreaming'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5877168790270770803</id><published>2009-05-04T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:59:59.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'># 410</title><content type='html'>good morning world :) i am at work now. honestly, i wish i were so busy till i can die but well, what i got is the opposite. i am so bored till if i drop dead and die now, no one is going to care -.- yeala. it is THAT boring. i have absolutely nothing to do. so i clocked in at 9am and i sit here, facebook-ing and so on. maybe i should start playing pet society -.- i see how people having fun playing that :D then i will see what i can do, go around and harass everyone for things that i can do. gah! then lunch time at 1pm and i have nothing to do after lunch time. continue harassing and if i am lucky, chat on msn. yeala. my internship is THAT boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think if i don't come work, no one is going to say a thing! i see people all so busy, i also want to join the fun so time passes by faster! bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5877168790270770803?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5877168790270770803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><title type='text'># 408</title><content type='html'>so i am being requested to blog right now :D and FYI, i am at work. so how has work been for the past few days. i should say that it was easy cause there was nothing hard coming right up at me yet! so far did all park tour, played around, did some quotations and facebook-ing now and then. seriously, i have nothing much to update on! i have been sleeping during every available slots i have. call me pig but i am still sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, do you know that me and my friends are coming up with a new website? lol! stay tuned! will update once all is done and good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2073648495189159841?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7048641984933964801</id><published>2009-04-19T10:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:23:23.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>be my hero</title><content type='html'>my finals are starting tomorrow. this serves as a reminder to me what time and what subject it is. then after that it is my internship on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/wje2vn.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, 20 April 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;0900 - 1100: MICE&lt;br /&gt;1400 - 1600: Cost Accounting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 21 April 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;0900 - 1100: Tourism Impact Studies&lt;br /&gt;1400 - 1600: International Tourism Marketing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 22 April 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1400 - 1600: Organizational Behavior&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*all exams will be held in NE-3 (previously known as 7-8)*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going early tomorrow to scan around. i had no idea where is NE-3 -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-7048641984933964801?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7048641984933964801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=7048641984933964801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7048641984933964801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7048641984933964801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-my-hero.html' title='be my hero'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/wje2vn_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4523179471955073336</id><published>2009-04-14T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:40:09.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'># 406</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;大塚愛 - プラネタリウム&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夕月夜 顔だす。&lt;br /&gt;消えてく子どもの声。&lt;br /&gt;遠く遠く この空のどこかに 君はいるんだろう。&lt;br /&gt;夏のおわりに2人で抜け出した この公園で見つけた&lt;br /&gt;あの星座 何だか 覚えてる？&lt;br /&gt;会えなくても 記憶たどって 同じ幸せを見たいんだ。&lt;br /&gt;あの香りとともに 花火がぱっと開く。&lt;br /&gt;行きたいよ 君の所へ 今すぐ 駆け出して行きたいよ。&lt;br /&gt;真っ暗で何も 見えない。&lt;br /&gt;怖くても大丈夫&lt;br /&gt;数えきれない星空が 今もずっと ここにあるんだよ。&lt;br /&gt;泣かないよ 昔 君と見たきれいな空だったから。&lt;br /&gt;あの道まで 響く 靴の音が耳に残る。&lt;br /&gt;大きな 自分の影 見つめて　想うのでしょう。&lt;br /&gt;ちっとも 変わらないはずなのに 切ない気持ち膨らんでく。&lt;br /&gt;どんなに 想ったって 君はもういない。&lt;br /&gt;行きたいよ。 君のそばに。&lt;br /&gt;小さくても小さくても1番に 君が君が好きだよ。 強くいられる。&lt;br /&gt;願いを 流れ星に そっと唱えてみたけれど&lt;br /&gt;泣かないよ とどくだろう。きれいな空に。&lt;br /&gt;会えなくても 記憶をたどって 同じ幸せを見たいんだ。&lt;br /&gt;あの香りとともに 花火がぱっと開く。&lt;br /&gt;行きたいよ。 君の所へ。 小さな手を握り締めて&lt;br /&gt;泣きたいよ それはそれは きれいな空だった。&lt;br /&gt;願いを 流れ星に そっと唱えてみたけれど。&lt;br /&gt;泣きたいよ 届かない想いを この空に…。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai Otsuka - Planetarium&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moonlit evening shows its face&lt;br /&gt;And a child's voice is vanishing&lt;br /&gt;Far away, far away, I guess you're somewhere in this sky&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the Summer, we sneaked away to this park we had found&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that constellation somehow?&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't meet you, I pursue my memories&lt;br /&gt;I wanna look at the same happiness&lt;br /&gt;Along with that smell, the fireworks open in a flash&lt;br /&gt;I want to live, I want to live and run to your place right now&lt;br /&gt;I can't see anything in the pitch dark, even if it's scary, I'm all right&lt;br /&gt;The countless starry sky is still here now, forever&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry because the sky I saw before with you was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your shoes remains in my ears and resounds as far as that path&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm staring at my own great shadow&lt;br /&gt;It may not change at all but my painful feelings are getting inflated&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I felt, you're no longer with me&lt;br /&gt;I want to live even if it's a little, even if it's a little, right by you're side&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I like the most, so I can be strong&lt;br /&gt;I tried softly reciting a wish upon a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, has it reached you? In this beautiful sky&lt;br /&gt;I want to live, grasping tightly your little hand towards your place&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, that was, that was a beautiful sky&lt;br /&gt;I tried softly reciting a wish upon a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, you won't reach my feelings in this sky...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt; i have some time for myself! after weeks of exhaustion! but then next week is finals. so proper update on Wednesday? when my finals meets it final :D still, i am still in exhaustion. had a little fun time just now but got a tad bit annoyed at how things worked. well, nothing is perfect &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="senyum" title="senyum" /&gt; so i am &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; complaining! will be joining the guys for lunch tomorrow. morning is reserved for gym! yealah, i am a gymaholic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently listening to プラネタリウム by 大塚愛&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4523179471955073336?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4523179471955073336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4523179471955073336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4523179471955073336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4523179471955073336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/04/406.html' title='# 406'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5597897869676167479</id><published>2009-04-07T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:30:56.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untitle'/><title type='text'># 405</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;there are many times in life we missed out some things. be if significant or insignificant but these are the kind of things which make you change who you are. these are the kind of things which stirs conflicts among one another. these are the kind of things that are best to be said there and then. these kind of things are not things that to be said after everything was done and gone. if it is said after everything was done, it tarnishes relationships, it leaves things hanging on the thread and it worstened relationships. is this the kind of thing that one should do? especially when one is older than us two times our age? &lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;어리석은 덤미랑 IQ가 두 자릿수&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finals is coming by VERY fast. feels like there are a lot of things left undone. maybe there were. i am not satisfied with anything in this semester. i want things to pass by quickly. the only thing i wish for now is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently humming to 한 연애 소설 by 박혜경&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5597897869676167479?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4087974245603711239</id><published>2009-04-04T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:30:43.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'># 404</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"fuck"&lt;/i&gt; is my word for the day. i have been cursing since noon till now. be it my luck or how ignorant some people can be, i conveniently got blamed for things which i had no idea on. yeah, &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i am not in charge. so, why are you looking at me? i did not calculate for it and it is not like i am throwing blames around. &lt;b&gt;that is the fact&lt;/b&gt; that i am a lost ball in high weeds. i have been trying to voice out but have you seen how i have been shoved aside? their conspiracies, which you did not see. why me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the last day and after tomorrow, you all can go and fuck any holes you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: mind my language. i am &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently listening to Disturbia by Rihanna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4087974245603711239?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4087974245603711239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4087974245603711239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4087974245603711239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4087974245603711239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/04/404.html' title='# 404'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5046563049888581991</id><published>2009-04-02T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:29:46.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'># 403</title><content type='html'>i am tired. i feel like yelling and shouting at their face! for crying out loud, stop being so childish can die la now? honestly, there are more than me disliking you than you all accumulated ok? many people are VERY unpleasant with you at all! urgh. i hope this ends faster la. really chewing me inside out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5046563049888581991?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5046563049888581991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3101035249190461306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3101035249190461306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3101035249190461306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3101035249190461306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/402.html' title='# 402'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5467871525674880177</id><published>2009-03-26T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:17:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'># 401</title><content type='html'>i wonder there are exactly how many blog sphere out there. i am feeling very bored and curious at the moment. maybe i should try Google it and create an account for what i thought might be interesting &lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2v16kd2.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5467871525674880177?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5467871525674880177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5467871525674880177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5467871525674880177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5467871525674880177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/401.html' title='# 401'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/2v16kd2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4863796563583719210</id><published>2009-03-23T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:09:16.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>untranslatability</title><content type='html'>i could not concentrate on my case study. not like it is due tomorrow or anything. 3 questions and i have done 1. good progress for someone who is not in the mood to do anything at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i took the blame to myself. if i hadn't called. if it did not ring. then today, you would still be laughing your guts out. running around calling me &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt;. attempt to kick me but fail at all expenses. i am sorry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, it was rather hot. i wonder how did i survive without switching on my air cooler. amazingly i just slept through the heat. i am having slight fever and flu now. partially was because of what happened on Saturday. no, i drank &lt;u&gt;gallons&lt;/u&gt; of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;everyone has their limits, i am in the everyone category. i can't satisfy everyone. can i be greedy just this once? i tried, you see, i tried. but you stayed that way. it wasn't my blame to begin with. i give up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to feel sick of the event. it is like a repetition of what happened last week and the week before. i haven't even receive the call for my internship. i am worried. i see one by one of my friends going for the interview and me stranded here alone. i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp; when the world spins, i sit here watching you. there are so many things i wanna tell you but words don't seem to be right. i wish that you could just smash my brain and see, feel, hear everything. i miss you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should just pop in a Panadol and go to bed. i am feeling................not me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s: yes, such word as the title of this post do really exist. Google it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently listening to 곡 정보 보기 가슴이 어떻게 됐나봐 by A&amp;T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4863796563583719210?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4863796563583719210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4863796563583719210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4863796563583719210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4863796563583719210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/untranslatability.html' title='untranslatability'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7910903172141185600</id><published>2009-03-22T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:42:20.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>caught in guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serendipity&lt;/b&gt; is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Etymology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word derives from Serendip, the old Persian name for Sri Lanka, and was coined by Horace Walpole on 28 January 1754 in a letter he wrote to his friend Horace Mann (not the same man as the famed American educator), an Englishman then living in Florence. The letter read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "It was once when I read a silly fairy tale, called The Three Princes of Serendip: as their highness traveled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of: for instance, one of them discovered that a camel blind of the right eye had traveled the same road lately, because the grass was eaten only on the left side, where it was worse than on the right—now do you understand serendipity? One of the most remarkable instances of this accidental sagacity (for you must observe that no discovery of a thing you are looking for, comes under this description) was of my Lord Shaftsbury, who happening to dine at Lord Chancellor Clarendon's, found out the marriage of the Duke of York and Mrs. Hyde, by the respect with which her mother treated her at table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;A  HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serendipity"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am speechless. i am baffled. i am tired. i am guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that Passion (fruit) in Malay is Markisa till i spinned the bottle and read the label. i didn't know that i had a pimple on my right elbow till i rested my elbow on the table. i didn't know that everything changed to fast till i had a hard time chasing. i didn't know that when i am trying to please everyone, no one pleases me. no one ever told me this and i don't think anyone will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Currently listening to 곡 정보 보기 나쁜 마음을 먹게해 (Dance Ver.) by T-MAX&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-7910903172141185600?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7910903172141185600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=7910903172141185600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7910903172141185600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7910903172141185600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/caught-in-guilt.html' title='caught in guilt'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1891631698225000615</id><published>2009-03-18T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:37:49.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untag'/><title type='text'>numbness of numb</title><content type='html'>the big question is always about &lt;b&gt;how&lt;/b&gt;. on and off, especially when i am alone, i would think about it. it seemed so happy yet so vague. i wanted to hold onto it so badly but &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt;? i always wish that things were easier, for you and me. wish that the mind is numb from questions so i can take a break. this feeling in me, it is more than i ever felt. clock is ticking and the mind would never rest. i wonder if it would be any easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1891631698225000615?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1891631698225000615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1891631698225000615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1891631698225000615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1891631698225000615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/numbness-of-numb.html' title='numbness of numb'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5751511226222274393</id><published>2009-03-06T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:49:25.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>vindication</title><content type='html'>heh. so i haven't been blogging lately. there are so many happenings! and i dare say, i am totally burnt out! if you are in my situation, you would know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think most girls in my college are bloody lazy dumb asses. i have &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; solid reasons to support my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i was standing in front of the lift, in a rush &lt;i&gt;*thanks to the bloody jam*&lt;/i&gt; to go up to the 5th floor. mind you, i am on the ground floor. there were this bunch of girls standing in front of me chit chatting. i &lt;u&gt;noticed&lt;/u&gt; that the down indicator was pressed. without thinking much, i just press the up indicator. the lift came, and it was going down. i just stepped in with the rest of the girls. then, this was when the &lt;b&gt;most outrageous&lt;/b&gt; incident happened! THEY ACTUALLY PRESSED DOWN TO GO TO THE LOWER GROUND FLOOR! like hello? just use the steps can or not? it is only 2 flights of steps down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. this time i wasn't late but then, there were a bunch of girls in front of the lift chit chatting. ok never mind. ground floor as well. so, we all went in. heh. then, this was when the &lt;b&gt;most outrageous&lt;/b&gt; incident happened! THEY ALL PRESSED FIRST FLOOR! wtf?! just climb the bloody stairs la! it was so packed at that time! the lift was practically &lt;b&gt;filled&lt;/b&gt;. i used to climb the stairs from ground floor till fifth floor! in my 3 inch heels also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i was waiting for the lift at first floor. lift came and showed me 4 persons. there were 2 girls standing very close to the lift door and the back there was all empty. so, i walked in, expected them to walk back or something cause there was absolutely no more space for another person if they &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; move! then, this was when the &lt;b&gt;most outrageous&lt;/b&gt; incident happened! THEY REALLY DID NOT MOVE AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! i do have my reasons on why i made such a statement! RAWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5751511226222274393?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5751511226222274393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5751511226222274393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5751511226222274393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5751511226222274393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/vindication.html' title='vindication'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5383789641849140312</id><published>2009-02-17T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:06:26.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><title type='text'>untitle.</title><content type='html'>i am seriously dead beat tired. first was the MICE project then it is the Cost Accounting project. for 5 nights in a row i have been sleeping for an average of 3 hours. each and everything around me seem to drain me bit by bit as time slowly passes by. i really wish for an escape right now. there is so many things i want, which i am very sure that i can get it easily but then, these hopes were often smashed into pieces. well, i guess nothing much can explain how i feel now. i think i will just bath and then take a nap or something. i am exhaustively drained to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i often wish you would see a different side of the story. what you think might be a happy ending, it is not. what is nice and pretty can turn sour and rotten.but, nothing hurts more, nothing beats more than the trust of that very particular person that you would badly want to show the difference. i re-quote, &lt;i&gt;what is nice and pretty can turn sour and rotten&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5383789641849140312?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5383789641849140312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5383789641849140312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5383789641849140312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5383789641849140312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitle.html' title='untitle.'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5420106353335882030</id><published>2009-02-15T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:02:28.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>in my deepest fear, i find strength</title><content type='html'>i realized my last post is dated back at 10th February 2009 and also that i am not that ritual any more as i used to be. so, here sits this lack of sleep girl that has been sleeping from 5.30am and wakes up at 7.30am since Thursday, blogging for you. i doubt people actually read my personal blog since i made it private. in fact, i find more ritual people visiting my public blog! but still, i won't make this blog public, &lt;b&gt;any more&lt;/b&gt;! once bitten twice shy. anyway, cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh! you know how messy is my table now? i think there is no more space for my hand any more &gt;&lt; ok. not think, IT IS already. how conspicuous it is that there is definitely no more space for my hand! haha. i shall post a picture of it in my next post. as for now, i have to get ready and go Mid Valley. mom will be staying in for 2 weeks! say hello to the world of eating healthy and no more oily greasy fried whole chicken leg! oh, that is heavenly delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;See I'm a young soul in this very strange world&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake&lt;br /&gt;But why all this hate? try to communicate&lt;br /&gt;Finding trust and love is not always easy to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Yael Naim - New Soul&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5420106353335882030?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5420106353335882030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5420106353335882030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5420106353335882030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5420106353335882030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-my-deepest-fear-i-find-strength.html' title='in my deepest fear, i find strength'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2473015202837233803</id><published>2009-02-10T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:28:01.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>no words would define how i feel right now</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for answering my prayer. Yes, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; one and only prayer. Today, I found &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; disgusting living creatures in my kitchen. Though I know it is one of your &lt;s&gt;most beautiful&lt;/s&gt; creations but it sends chill down my spine when I went over and scrutinize on it. Maggots, my Lord. Maggots. I found, sorry, I saw thousands of them wriggling away underneath the kitchen back door, in the plastic bag and also in the sink. It made me wonder, then it freaked me out and undoubtedly, I cried. I have never felt so disgusted before in my life &lt;i&gt;*minus cockroaches, they freak me out too*&lt;/i&gt;. When I was on the verge of killing myself, there is this super power empowering me! I felt so almighty! I took the responsible person's clean shirt, wrapped around my hand and my arm, took the plastic bag infested with maggots and threw it right out from my house. Yes I know I sinned but wait, there is more. To erase evidence, I threw away the matching pants. I know I sinned a lot today. I killed your &lt;s&gt;most beautiful&lt;/s&gt; creations, The Maggots, I threw away responsible person's matching attire and, I think that is all. But! Me and my sister cleaned the whole kitchen. Wait. This prayer is to thank You. Yes yes, I thank you Lord for listening to my prayer as I won't be seeing the responsible person anymore. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2473015202837233803?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2473015202837233803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2473015202837233803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2473015202837233803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2473015202837233803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-words-would-define-how-i-feel-right.html' title='no words would define how i feel right now'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4182874723922685282</id><published>2009-02-05T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:56:11.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>if i am God, you would never exist</title><content type='html'>Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day one i met you, i thought you were the one of a kind good friend that would go all out for another friend. Thank you very much and that i have now changed my total perception towards you. I have seen how you look like now and my oh my, you are even uglier than my piece of shit when i am having diarrhea. You are one of the kind people who never fail to make me attempt to slap you inside out, upside down, and center. You are so lucky i am a very patient person. Luckily, &lt;s&gt;luck&lt;/s&gt; the winning side is on my side. Soon, i don't have to see your worst-than-my-shit's face everyday. I am now patiently waiting for that day to come. Fret not for i shall celebrate with a few bottles of champagne and a very nice big juicy steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;With much love (and hatred),&lt;br /&gt;Sara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4182874723922685282?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4182874723922685282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4182874723922685282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4182874723922685282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4182874723922685282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-am-god-you-would-never-exist.html' title='if i am God, you would never exist'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8531500991500942203</id><published>2009-02-01T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:12:46.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>we are good as one, me and you</title><content type='html'>i sometimes regret chopping my long hair &gt;&lt; but when it is hot sunny days, i feel like chopping even more! HAHA! ok.  i miss having long hair so that when my hair is wet, i can just fling it to and fro and let the water bullets hits anyone &gt;&lt; i am feeling so random right now and i am being so so so random! ok. i am just plain bored! gah! i have absolutely nothing to do and tomorrow class starts! yay! and to make it even nicer, i got presentations and projects and presentations! triple yay! oh oh and i have done absolutely nothing during the holidays! &lt;i&gt;*actually i did but when i was about to finish, i realize i did the wrong one!*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;one hundred YAYS&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to sleep early tonight cause tomorrow Sarah is picking me up to uni. the boyf has to start work at 7am which means he has to leave house by 6.30am. i doubt uni is nice, bright and wireless at 6.30am. till then, ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated &lt;A  HREF="http://zhinsara.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8531500991500942203?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8531500991500942203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8531500991500942203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8531500991500942203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8531500991500942203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-good-as-one-me-and-you.html' title='we are good as one, me and you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7660769226510531406</id><published>2009-01-29T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:23:24.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>i wish You stayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYHJsfvrLtI/AAAAAAAAB4o/sUpH28zcHBA/s1600-h/g53754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYHJsfvrLtI/AAAAAAAAB4o/sUpH28zcHBA/s320/g53754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296736403037302482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYHJgBAkuxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/KQSrEnaksXA/s1600-h/s3573354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYHJgBAkuxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/KQSrEnaksXA/s320/s3573354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296736188628253458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYHIRGMWUAI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/RZxJANJbDgA/s1600-h/s182005214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYHIRGMWUAI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/RZxJANJbDgA/s320/s182005214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296734832810151938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Name: 김범 / Kim Bum&lt;br /&gt;Profession: Actor&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: 1989-Jul-07&lt;br /&gt;Height: 179cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 62kg&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me but i damn love his smile! seriously, i think he has a &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; charming smile there! will be flooding more of his charming smiles in my blog &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt; well, it &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; help make my blog more cheerful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-7660769226510531406?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7660769226510531406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=7660769226510531406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7660769226510531406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7660769226510531406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-you-stayed.html' title='i wish You stayed'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYHJsfvrLtI/AAAAAAAAB4o/sUpH28zcHBA/s72-c/g53754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2998910394859270294</id><published>2009-01-27T18:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:24:50.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><title type='text'>it starts with i and ends with you, i love you</title><content type='html'>how do i start this post? came back to KL today, house is in a total mess! what a bum, i tell you. i left for only 5 days and the floor is black as coal! have to sweep, mop and mop! &lt;i&gt;gah&lt;/i&gt;. tomorrow la &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially gotten my very first &lt;b&gt;diamond ring&lt;/b&gt;! yes, the diamond is small, but i am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; complaining, so no one can! the boyf said that i can take it as my engagement ring. i don't know if i should feel happy about that or what &gt;&lt; but still, the fact remains, i have gotten my very first diamond ring! no pictures yet cause it has to be re-sized. &lt;i&gt;hello&lt;/i&gt;, i got big juicy fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, currently i am into this song &lt;i&gt;I'm Stupid by SS501&lt;/i&gt;. ending theme song from Boys Before Flowers (Korean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuTB-feNPqA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuTB-feNPqA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2998910394859270294?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2998910394859270294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2998910394859270294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2998910394859270294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2998910394859270294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-starts-with-i-and-ends-with-you-i.html' title='it starts with i and ends with you, i love you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5780094587965467488</id><published>2009-01-24T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:41:27.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>&amp; when the sun goes down, i see your pretty face next to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;내 머리는 너무나 나빠서. 너 하나밖에 난 모르고. 너를 사랑한다 입가에 맴돌아. 니가 너무 생각나는 날엔&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not late yet &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt; still the first day of Chinese New Year! will be going back to KL on Wednesday as i have loads of projects waiting for me &gt;&lt; depressing. please please please do drive carefully as i have witnessed many accidents on the highway during my journey back from KL to Ipoh. remember your love ones! don't break their hearts! ooo! i can smell those nice nice pineapple tarts waiting for me! not forgetting, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYrsU5Qq0bI/AAAAAAAAB4w/IQvl44b68ZA/s1600-h/CNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYrsU5Qq0bI/AAAAAAAAB4w/IQvl44b68ZA/s320/CNY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299307755267084722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5780094587965467488?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5780094587965467488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5780094587965467488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5780094587965467488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5780094587965467488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-sun-goes-down-i-see-your-pretty.html' title='&amp; when the sun goes down, i see your pretty face next to me'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SYrsU5Qq0bI/AAAAAAAAB4w/IQvl44b68ZA/s72-c/CNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8535821645008915326</id><published>2009-01-23T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:27:10.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><title type='text'>no, i am not ready yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i am &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; ready for it yet. forgiving takes a lot of courage and strength. &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; i am scared the courage is not enough to bring me through it, that the strength is not enough to hold me through it. i am not ready and i could &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; do it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be coming back to KL on Wednesday. well, the boyf could not get enough leave as he can only get one day leave. better than nothing actually. nothing much to blog today. going to update the photography blog soon &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="senyum" title="senyum" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Song Title: 서신 (Letter)&lt;br /&gt;Singer: 정우 (Chung Woo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;들려줄게요 나의 이야기를&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you my story&lt;br /&gt;그대 없던 그 시간들을&lt;br /&gt;About the time when I didn’t have you&lt;br /&gt;헌데 난 슬퍼요 그대를 웃게 할&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad that I don’t&lt;br /&gt;얘기가 하나 없다는 게&lt;br /&gt;Happy stories to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;미안해 말아요 그대 울어도 돼요&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel sorry, it’s OK to cry&lt;br /&gt;충분히 참아온 그대죠&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been holding it back enough&lt;br /&gt;마음을 꼭 닫아줄게요 나를 담은 채&lt;br /&gt;Close your heart, with me inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;미안해 말아요 그대 웃어도 돼요&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel sorry, it’s OK to laugh&lt;br /&gt;충분히 참아온 그대죠&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been holding it back enough&lt;br /&gt;마음을 꼭 닫아줄게요 그댈 담은 채&lt;br /&gt;Close your heart, with me inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;마음을 꼭 닫아줄게요 나를 담은 채&lt;br /&gt;Close your heart, with me inside you&lt;br /&gt;그댈 담은 채 -&lt;br /&gt;With you inside me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the OST from Heaven's Tree/ Tree of Heaven. a ten episode Korean drama and it is like a story retold by the main actress. quite a nice drama. a bit cliche now and then but well, it sure will make you sob your heart out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hana is a bright young girl who lost her father at a young age. When her mother returns to Japan, she comes with her new Korean husband and his son Yunsuh. Yunsuh’s mother died during his 10th birthday and after her death, he becomes autistic. While Hana is fond of her new step-brother, he wants nothing to do with her. When their parents leave on their honeymoon, Hana’s mother leaves the children with her deceased husband’s sister who will manage their inn during the trip. While they are gone, the aunt and her daughter Maya abuse Hana and make plans to sell the inn in order to pay for gambling debts and college. Despite all of this, Hana finds comfort in her brother who begins to open up to her and eventually speaks after his 20th Birthday and the day his mother passed away. Yunsush's mother died on the same day as he was turning 10, 10 years ago. As they start to have feelings for one another, Hana is afraid to love him. She soon leaves with her "senpai", Fujiwara Ryu, who also likes her. Later on, Maya gets jealous, and decides to make Hana's life even more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A  HREF="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Tree_of_Heaven"&gt;Source&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8535821645008915326?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8535821645008915326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8535821645008915326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8535821645008915326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8535821645008915326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-i-am-not-ready-yet.html' title='no, i am not ready yet'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2726489295375986060</id><published>2009-01-22T14:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:29:15.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>pick me up and drive me to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;on and off i feel like giving up. there is just too much running around in my head and most of the time, i feel like breaking. i felt torn apart. bah. i have only been back in uni for 2 weeks and i am already giving up. i am giving up on the people that &lt;i&gt;fell&lt;/i&gt; and refuse to stand back up again. i am giving up on people that do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; value the happiness they have right now. i am giving up on people &lt;i&gt;that are already giving up&lt;/i&gt;. i find it pointless to help those who fall but refuse to pick themselves back. not that i did not help. i did but then, they fall again. they refuse to face what they should be facing. i am already very tired. i really need a long weekend. a nice long break.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an obsession with antique keys. i think that they are very charmingly created. they are very sophisticated and their designs are breathtaking. i wanted to get one, &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; maybe a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SXgX_BHko1I/AAAAAAAAB4I/6_JwmkMZiGs/s1600-h/K-102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SXgX_BHko1I/AAAAAAAAB4I/6_JwmkMZiGs/s320/K-102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294007733373412178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous aye? they are so so so much nicer than the ones we have now. i &lt;s&gt;think i&lt;/s&gt; love antique stuffs. i found one website that sells antiques items such as &lt;A  HREF="http://www.morninggloryantiques.com/JewelChatVictJwl.html"&gt;Victorian Jewelry 1837-1901&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A  HREF="http://www.morninggloryantiques.com/JewelChatSwiss.html"&gt;Swiss Jewelry circa 1915&lt;/A&gt; and more. you can get them at &lt;A  HREF="http://www.morninggloryantiques.com/"&gt;Morning Glory Antiques &amp; Jewelry&lt;/A&gt; provided if you have a paypal account and you are rich enough to actually pay in US Dolars. 1 USD = 3.57892 MYR. HAHA! if anyone is buying, i want one also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i am in the lab now waiting till 4.30 and then i got some stupid sharing session for the SWE/ Internship. gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2726489295375986060?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2726489295375986060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2726489295375986060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2726489295375986060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2726489295375986060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/pick-me-up-and-drive-me-to-moon.html' title='pick me up and drive me to the moon'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SXgX_BHko1I/AAAAAAAAB4I/6_JwmkMZiGs/s72-c/K-102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5076658946824949779</id><published>2009-01-20T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:43:12.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>it is as if our minds and thoughts are one</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a roller coaster day. i ransacked the whole file cause i lost the check for my course fees. i got nervous, ransacked even more and i even started tearing up. Ain consoled me and told me to call mom to block it, for safety. called and got scolded, &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt;. ransacked even &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;*YES! i am THAT desperate!*&lt;/i&gt;, cry more, calmed myself down. went up to finance office and talked to them about it. got sent to Miss June. lesson number one, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; listen to what the people in Admin has to tell me. did everything, mom canceled the check. feeling emo and depressed. found the damn check in one of the stack of papers. scribbled something on it. tore it. threw it. called mom &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and finally today i got the chance to pull out from the stupid group. and now, i have to collect all the courage i have and tell the group members i am with now that i wanted to withdraw from their group. i know Ain would not like it but sorry, what Sarah said was right. i &lt;b&gt;DID&lt;/b&gt; told myself that i would be smarter this year and not let these bloodsuckers take advantage off me. so there. they have it. anyways, i did not approve to join their group. so yea. the best bit is, we have to present this right after CNY and there hasn't been any discussion yet. so, count me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any suggestion on what is the best way to tell people that you are withdrawing from their group without hurting their feelings? cause you see, i still have to face them for about 7 months more. &lt;i&gt;any idea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so i smsed over and told them. FYI, the posts above are typed yesterday and i timed it to be posted on today. so, last night i smsed over and told them &lt;i&gt;*Ain, Joey and Susan. can't tell Jasmine cause i don't have her number*&lt;/i&gt; and today, bloody hell Ain is acting like a kid wtf! she refused to talk to me at all! HAHA! not like i care la. seriously, i have been complaining about those bloodsucker vampires to her already and i so conveniently make it sound like she is not one but she is one of them actually. gah. &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; she is really a friend, she would want me to get out of the group. not only that, &lt;i&gt;IF&lt;/i&gt; she is a fucking friend of mine, she &lt;u&gt;WOULD &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; put my bloody name &lt;b&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/b&gt; my permission la. anyway, without her is a good thing also cause since her darling best friend left Sunway, she has been miserably emo &gt;&lt; so yea, get a grip on your damned life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A  HREF="http://zhinsara.blogspot.com/"&gt;updated! so click this blue thing!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5076658946824949779?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5076658946824949779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5076658946824949779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5076658946824949779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5076658946824949779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-as-if-our-minds-and-thoughts-are.html' title='it is as if our minds and thoughts are one'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-5979548163060501630</id><published>2009-01-16T18:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:48:37.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>there are things that we don't have the right to choose in life</title><content type='html'>so my first week of semester 5 started out not bad. despite the fact that i am actually &lt;i&gt;begging&lt;/i&gt; the lecturer to letting me do the project alone, there is not much to complain about. i am very much smarter this semester, &lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt;. and i have also been avoiding people who takes advantage off me like it is for free and free riding every now and then. heh. so much for my luck, the one and only time where i could not make it for class, was the one and only time where they decide to take advantage off me. hello?! i am not dead and you are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; my mother! even my mother respect my decisions ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my internship, i will be doing it in Sunway Lagoon Theme Park. why i would go there for my internship? cause i hate getting stuck in the office facing desktop 24/7 and at the same time, getting a thicker spectacles wtf! not like i wear one also. haha. got la but also abuse one &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for tomorrow are dim sum in the morning with the guys, finish up my project in 4 hours, go Lowyat and grab equipments, and house warming in Eu Juin's house! so, watch out for pictures update &lt;a href="http://zhinsara.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;it never matter &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; it is normal or not. it is a fact that you did it. it is a fact that i could not take it. it is a fact that i will never ever see you like how i used to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-5979548163060501630?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5979548163060501630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=5979548163060501630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5979548163060501630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/5979548163060501630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-things-that-we-dont-have.html' title='there are things that we don&apos;t have the right to choose in life'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7773636189642788156</id><published>2009-01-14T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:33:54.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>just when i thought my world came crashing down on me, i see you</title><content type='html'>i wore my new pair of Oxford heels which i grabbed from Zara in Singapore and it amazingly gave me two freaking huge blisters! it hurts and it is very ugly. and now i have to suffer the consequences of not wearing heels till the blisters are healed. gah! the perfect problem is, all my heels are Oxford heels. nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a total of 6 classes this semester. 5 are in for finals and 1 would be briefing for my internship. gotten my results as well. Marketing and Management A and B's for the rest &lt;i&gt;*Advance Airfares and Ticketing, Tour Planning and Development, Malaysian Studies, Finance Accounting*&lt;/i&gt; so yea, i am pretty blessed. i remember how worried i was once i finished Marketing fearing that i might fail. the boyf even set aside money for my resit &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created a new blog just for photography. &lt;a href="http://zhinsara.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. i don't want to overcrowd this blog &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i had no words to encapsulate how i feel. not even the simplest words. i never thought that one day, some day, that day, it happened.....&lt;i&gt;to me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-313938058502303545</id><published>2009-01-11T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:08:26.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>i love being with you, my angel</title><content type='html'>posting using the boyf new nokia tube phone! in kopitiam now. eating breakfast and then would be going to snap snap some pretty pictures of flowers, birds, clouds, and whatever possible! oh, forgotten to say i'm sara here. lazy to log out and use my account. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-313938058502303545?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/313938058502303545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=313938058502303545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/313938058502303545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/313938058502303545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-being-with-you-my-angel.html' title='i love being with you, my angel'/><author><name>zs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573473954655959153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3347308369114014556</id><published>2009-01-11T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:21:00.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>there is nothing more i could ask of you besides you</title><content type='html'>my second batch of clouds pictures taken on Tuesday 6th January &lt;i&gt;*i can't believe i remember the dates and days! haha. won't last long though*&lt;/i&gt;! this were snapped right after the rain thus explaining the rainbow. to be honest, the rainbow looked nicer real life. well, it was nice looking at the rainbow with the boyf. haha. and i truly love rainbow! i have seen 4 throughout my existing life. well, but that doesn't stop me from wanting more &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt; and i wish to see more rainbow! haha. anyway, the third batch won't be coming up so fast cause i have yet to watermark and resize the image &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="senyum" title="senyum" /&gt; not like i don't have the time to but i just don't want to rush things. haha. so, batch 3 and batch 4 would be out next week. will be fetching dad soon! can't wait to see him. when was the last time i see him? honestly, i can't remember but i know &lt;b&gt;i miss him&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 602px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 602px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/cloud%20v2/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3347308369114014556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3347308369114014556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3347308369114014556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-nothing-more-i-could-ask-of.html' title='there is nothing more i could ask of you besides you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8513050541758141993</id><published>2009-01-10T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:33:00.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotionally unstable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>the truth lies within yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i can't believe how naive i was to trust your words. i really thought you were different because i &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; i knew you. i was a day late and a dollar short when i realized the truth. she was right all along. she knew it was coming and she predicted it like a physic. well, i guess it is only me and my stupid little trust that stretches longer than a band. you said you were not going to fall back. you said you were going to let past be past. you said that you weren't mentioning about it. how much can the truth contradicts what you said? more than anything anyone could ever imagined. i wonder was it jealousy that has taken over you the other day or what? i was pretty much shocked to see you acting that way and those questions, why i wonder if it is your right to ask? how much more will you change? how much more will you contradict yourself? i should say i would be daft as a brush to ever going to trust your words anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8513050541758141993?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8513050541758141993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1087435331723255707</id><published>2009-01-09T15:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:00:45.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>i wish you could hug me to bed</title><content type='html'>my new semester is starting soon already. haha. felt like i have done nothing productive at all during the whole one month plus holidays but i do really enjoy holidays though it is a bit dull and boring at times. well, i mentioned before that this year it is going to be super packed. well, i am really looking forward to Chinese New Year where we will be given 1 week holiday, thankfully! i still remember how much i sulked last year for the Hari Raya Puasa's holiday. i still remember when Ain said that though i am not a Malay but i do and did fight for them. whilst everyone else is having 1 week holiday, we only got 2 days! and what more absurd is that we had to attend classes on Monday, Tuesday and Friday! lucky for us, our lecturer was so considerate that she cancelled the one and only class on Friday with condition that we have to have extra 2 hours next Friday. all of us agreed! but still i am pretty much upset at how the HR team in my uni work. what will students not from KL going to do? say their hometown is quite a journey away? someone must have heard about the complaints that this year, for Chinese New Year and Hari Raya Puasa 1 week off each! haha! i have 6 subjects this coming semester &lt;i&gt;*sulks*&lt;/i&gt; last semester i got 8 or 7? can't recall. as hectic as it may be, my Fridays are no class day for the whole semester! a nice break finally &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="senyum" title="senyum" /&gt; it is raining again. o'well. for the past few days, it has been raining at this hour. guess i can catch forty winks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWcFajIJ-8I/AAAAAAAAB38/bs-KrApOeDQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWcFajIJ-8I/AAAAAAAAB38/bs-KrApOeDQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289202241034124226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; beauty is only skin deep. i can't believe i trusted &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. i can't believe that i actually believed what &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; every told me. Life is not all beer and skittles. well, now that i have made my blog private, it is not that &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; can read it anyway!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1087435331723255707?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1087435331723255707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1087435331723255707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1087435331723255707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1087435331723255707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-you-could-hug-me-to-bed.html' title='i wish you could hug me to bed'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWcFajIJ-8I/AAAAAAAAB38/bs-KrApOeDQ/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2026021334492225763</id><published>2009-01-09T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:01:00.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>i choose who i want to be, i choose what i want to be, i choose who i want next to me and i choose you</title><content type='html'>yay to my ever first time making my blog private. it was such a horrible decision to make at first. i wasn't so sure &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; this is what i wanted cause well, it is not like i have a dozen of things that i would not want to share to the public but at the same time, i have a hundred of real good reasons why i &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; be doing this as well. i choose Friday for 2 very simple reason. today marks the day my brother is 21 years old! and also today is the launching day of the boyf's soon-to-buy phone, Nokia 5800 a.k.a The Tube &lt;i&gt;*or something like that*&lt;/i&gt;. so, first batch of pictures i snapped using my D60! and i shall warn you all, it is going to be clouded with clouds! i kid you not. seriously. i haven't had the chance to travel &lt;b&gt;far&lt;/b&gt; yet. so this is the best that i could come out with. i have exactly &lt;u&gt;four&lt;/u&gt; batch of clouds photo taken at different days. my very first batch (: taken on Monday 5th January 09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 602px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 602px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 602px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 900px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;last but not least, &lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2hpsi6t.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/xaw26a.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/k4gx6x.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt; Zachary Leong Chi Wai! you are now officially 21! sudah boleh berkahwin, beranak dan bercucu-cicit &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p/s:&lt;/b&gt; this is so cheating! a timed post :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2026021334492225763?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2026021334492225763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2026021334492225763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2026021334492225763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2026021334492225763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-choose-who-i-want-to-be-i-choose-what.html' title='i choose who i want to be, i choose what i want to be, i choose who i want next to me and i choose you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr201/lyfedancer/clouds%20v1/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4439426621213064332</id><published>2009-01-07T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:49:25.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>it is high time for me to do so &amp;&amp; i am NOT evil</title><content type='html'>i can't believe how some people can totally live in a world of lies and jealousy. or rather how they would create such a world. to be honest, it was &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; who chooses to be so! and it is not my fault or his that &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; don't get what &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; wanted ok? get a life and grow up, dickhead. &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are so freaking childish since that incident started! jealousy and lies all shows in &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; eyes. &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are no longer who &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; used to be. and FYI, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; don't have the right to question anyone since &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; always eat &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; own words. &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are no better than those pathetic buggers around the world. i feel so disgusted by just looking at &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; face. uek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i have decided to make my blog private. drop me an email at &lt;b&gt;lyfedancer@gmail.com&lt;/b&gt;. thanks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWQwzKL32yI/AAAAAAAAB30/FbEnizaNbAQ/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWQwzKL32yI/AAAAAAAAB30/FbEnizaNbAQ/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288405517905419042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4439426621213064332?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4439426621213064332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4439426621213064332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4439426621213064332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4439426621213064332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-high-time-for-me-to-do-so-i-am.html' title='it is high time for me to do so &amp;&amp; i am NOT evil'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWQwzKL32yI/AAAAAAAAB30/FbEnizaNbAQ/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-3848673537215737871</id><published>2009-01-05T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:08:22.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious business'/><title type='text'>i need no reason to love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"there will be a massive change in my blog layout this Friday tagging along is a truckload of pictures i snapped using my &lt;s&gt;secret&lt;/s&gt; lover (: and i might be also making my blog private due to some very personal reasons. so, those who want it, please drop me an email at &lt;b&gt;lyfedancer@gmail.com&lt;/b&gt; so i know which email address i should add. till then!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-3848673537215737871?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3848673537215737871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=3848673537215737871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3848673537215737871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/3848673537215737871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-no-reason-to-love-you.html' title='i need no reason to love you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-195338687097034471</id><published>2009-01-04T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:48:49.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>in the end, it is you that matters most</title><content type='html'>it is not always that simple. some things can be bought by money while some can't. i can buy another DSLR when i have enough money but i can &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; buy you back with money. no matter how much i save, &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; can't be bought using money. &lt;i&gt;i want you to know my gift for you is still in good condition.&lt;/i&gt; i know, hun. i know but i &lt;b&gt;value you more&lt;/b&gt; than the gifts you shower me with. even if you give me the universe, it is still you who i care for, not the gifts you give me. sorry. i am not in the mood tonight. will load more next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWDXnxbVI_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/lGGCsYnIjRM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWDXnxbVI_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/lGGCsYnIjRM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287463040815801330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-195338687097034471?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/195338687097034471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=195338687097034471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/195338687097034471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/195338687097034471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/watch-out-this-space-for-very.html' title='in the end, it is you that matters most'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SWDXnxbVI_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/lGGCsYnIjRM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2763623683661480641</id><published>2009-01-03T09:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:35:23.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>if you look deep into my eyes, you can see who i really am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SV74zlTPVbI/AAAAAAAAB3k/XYmr3vrEvyw/s1600-h/iphonevsstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SV74zlTPVbI/AAAAAAAAB3k/XYmr3vrEvyw/s320/iphonevsstone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286936577649366450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. a very nice review on the iPhone which i dug up out of nowhere. i realized i haven't been blogging properly lately. blogging properly as in blogging what i should be? a review of something, anything or maybe rantings? there weren't &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; much rantings to start with since i am still in the midst of my semester break! i am enjoying each and every last few bits of my holidays before the start of a hectic uni life again. i think i mention it before somewhere in my previous post that this year, i would not be expecting any rest at all. my semesters were lined up pretty nice and neat leaving no holidays at all &lt;i&gt;*minus Saturdays and Sundays*&lt;/i&gt;. i remember i wrote it down somewhere in my Marketing book. now, where is my marketing book? &lt;i&gt;*rummage through the box*&lt;/i&gt; ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;semester five is from 12/2 - 17/4 and the final examination would be on the 20/4 - 24/4.&lt;br /&gt;semester six which would be my internship/ supervised work experienced will be from 27/4 - 4/9.&lt;br /&gt;semester seven, my last semester, is from 8/9 - 10/12 while the finals would be from 14/12 - 17/12.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. absolutely no rest at all. one after another. i would be doing my internship in Sunway Travels. not the initial plan but this is the best that i could have gotten. the initial plan was to go Singapore but looking at the condition, i had no choice but to stay back. anyway, it is not that bad doing it here. i wouldn't be hoping for any pay cause well, the reason is kinda obvious. crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what plans i have on line for today. go get my secret lover &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt; which is not so secretive after all. dinner would be in Dome with the boyf grandparents and a few more relatives of his, i think. then it would be sleep and dream? haha. not much plans i had for today though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that my cousin brother, Eugene got selected to join National Service and he is in the first batch? be it fate or coincidental, he was sent to the same camp as mine &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif" alt="menari" title="menari" /&gt; Kem Segari, Lumut. i know he is going to have a blasting time in there and hope that he enjoyed it as much as i did. though i was always not in the camp due to the aching pain in my back. haha! my aunt and uncle will be visiting him this weekend to see if everything suffices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*edited at 1:29PM*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotten my secret lover! it is oh so gorgeous! thanks honey, for making it real. the secret lover is quite heavy :D i still can't believe i finally own it! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*edited at 4:30PM*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept, woke up and twiddled with the secret lover &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/23.gif" alt="angkatkening" title="angkatkening" /&gt;. it is so oh my goodness amazingly gorgeously beautiful! haha! &lt;i&gt;oh, secret lover!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; always about you.&lt;br /&gt;you were &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; the forgotten one,&lt;br /&gt;but you acted &lt;u&gt;like you are one&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; realize how important you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; only you would treat me a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; only.&lt;br /&gt;i think i slept too much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2763623683661480641?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2763623683661480641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2763623683661480641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2763623683661480641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2763623683661480641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-look-deep-into-my-eyes-you-can.html' title='if you look deep into my eyes, you can see who i really am'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SV74zlTPVbI/AAAAAAAAB3k/XYmr3vrEvyw/s72-c/iphonevsstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-8250386185036579208</id><published>2009-01-02T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:09:12.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>thanks for believing, thanks for making it into reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SV3J9FBevRI/AAAAAAAAB3M/WIblwLDls30/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SV3J9FBevRI/AAAAAAAAB3M/WIblwLDls30/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286603588760419602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is how Christmas in Singapore Riverside looked like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; day where my dream come true! yes yes yes! haha. i am feeling SO excited that i don't know what and how i should react now. i feel like laughing as loud as i could, jump as high as i could, kiss the boyf as much as i could, hug as many people as i could! after tomorrow, &lt;b&gt;MEGA&lt;/b&gt;massive pictures coming in truckload! this is the sweetest way to start a new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-8250386185036579208?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8250386185036579208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=8250386185036579208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8250386185036579208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/8250386185036579208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-believing-thanks-for-making.html' title='thanks for believing, thanks for making it into reality'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SV3J9FBevRI/AAAAAAAAB3M/WIblwLDls30/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-4670196246528602417</id><published>2009-01-01T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:29:51.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie and cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>kill me in my obsession</title><content type='html'>celebrated the first day of two zero zero nine getting squished in Mid Valley. everyone is like refugees hungering for food. only difference that it is SALES instead of food. besides than all that tempting &lt;i&gt;up to 70% discount&lt;/i&gt; boards, the theater also sees a long queue which i think scored more than 100 meters. was planning to watch Yes Man but most of the movies were &lt;b&gt;sold out&lt;/b&gt; and looking at the queue alone, no was a definite answer. had a nice hearty meal in Carl's and i swear not to enter Carl's in another few months &lt;i&gt;*prolly about four to five months*&lt;/i&gt;. loiter around and spent an hour in Borders reading gossip magazines. most of the good books were wrapped up and those that are not weren't that interesting. went for a very nice delicious dinner in Cheras. everything was steamed and i &lt;u&gt;super super&lt;/u&gt; &amp;hearts; the steamed Tilapia fish in bean sauce. it was spicy and has that &lt;b&gt;WHAO&lt;/b&gt; sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;Author: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photograph is more than just&lt;br /&gt;A gift to bring or send.&lt;br /&gt;And more than just the likeness of&lt;br /&gt;A relative or friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a kindly greeting and&lt;br /&gt;A memory to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Of happy times and pleasant things.&lt;br /&gt;However new or old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mirror that reflects&lt;br /&gt;Companionship and cheer.&lt;br /&gt;And now and then the wistfulness&lt;br /&gt;That turns into a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photograph is something to&lt;br /&gt;Adorn a desk or wall.&lt;br /&gt;Or carry in a pocket and&lt;br /&gt;Display to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a faithful portrait&lt;br /&gt;The smile that friendship shares&lt;br /&gt;To add its sunshine and to show&lt;br /&gt;That someone really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVyz-W4N6BI/AAAAAAAAB28/X2h5FaD4wnQ/s1600-h/out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVyz-W4N6BI/AAAAAAAAB28/X2h5FaD4wnQ/s320/out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286297946500753426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-4670196246528602417?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4670196246528602417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=4670196246528602417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4670196246528602417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/4670196246528602417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2009/01/kill-me-in-my-obsession.html' title='kill me in my obsession'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVyz-W4N6BI/AAAAAAAAB28/X2h5FaD4wnQ/s72-c/out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2410123353314196896</id><published>2008-12-31T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:56:24.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>it feels good when i see you</title><content type='html'>happy &lt;u&gt;two zero zero nine&lt;/u&gt; everyone! we are stepping in to a new world and once again the same old same old, new resolutions, new wish list, new dreams, new goals and also maybe new partner in crime? lol. best wishes from both of us, &lt;b&gt;Zhi Sheng &amp;amp; Sara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVtHV-1jqKI/AAAAAAAAB20/apjSXMulUE8/s1600-h/DSCN2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVtHV-1jqKI/AAAAAAAAB20/apjSXMulUE8/s320/DSCN2101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285897030619867298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;edited at 11:37 pm*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from watching Ip Man (traditional Chinese: 葉問; simplified Chinese: 叶问; pinyin: Yè Wèn; Cantonese Yale: Yip Man) with family members &lt;i&gt;*minus dad*&lt;/i&gt; and the boyf a while ago. seriously a nice show! and i think mom fell in love with Donnie Yen. haha! she can't stop saying how calm he is when he is fighting and does not posses the constant constipated look like the General Miura. lol! IMO, Donnie Yen does really played Yip Man very well! RM9 well spent! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to finish this and post it before 12am. things/incidents that happened in year &lt;b&gt;two zero zero eight&lt;/b&gt; that ought not to be forgotten and i am typing this here so i can read again when two zero zero nine is about to end! all are in random orders and &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt; happy memories will be typed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- the boyf gotten me a Nokia 5220 Express Music as my birthday present (:&lt;br /&gt;- parents gotten me an LG KP500 Cookie for my early CNY gift/ang pau! &lt;i&gt;(ok. actually they offered it in cash but since i am going to get a phone with it so, might as well!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the little honeymoon of ours! Pangkor for our 2 years anniversary. i am so looking forward for out third year anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;- spent a wholesome nice 6 days in Singapore and mind you, a wholesome loads of goodies! this year's sales ARE AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;- moved out of the money sucking pig and into a nice comfortable little house.&lt;br /&gt;- attended the boyf's grandparent's golden anniversary. &lt;i&gt;*it may &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; mean a thing to you but it does means a lot to me.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! just in time and i am hearing fireworks! HAPPY TWO ZERO ZERO NINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-2410123353314196896?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2410123353314196896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=2410123353314196896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2410123353314196896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/2410123353314196896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-feels-good-when-i-see-you.html' title='it feels good when i see you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVtHV-1jqKI/AAAAAAAAB20/apjSXMulUE8/s72-c/DSCN2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-1667184831028814200</id><published>2008-12-28T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:47:01.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappintment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess not'/><title type='text'>what i want is not what i always get</title><content type='html'>so, the pictures did not turn out nice. it was rather grainy. i guess i have lots more to learn. it was my first time snapping night pictures. iso too high and the f-stop also high. urgh. i need more practices which also simply means i need to save! the settings were, iso 3200, shutter speed 13, f-stop 6.3. yea. have a good laugh at my failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVecxnIcWsI/AAAAAAAAB2s/moETJVYduBc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVecxnIcWsI/AAAAAAAAB2s/moETJVYduBc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284865063874484930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh all you want. not like it matters to me. at least i know i did badly and i was very disappointed. i thought i could do better. gah and the model of the camera is DSC-H7. turned the camera upside down only to find it in small prints &gt;&lt; bah. no mood now cause i am seriously upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my knight in shining ebony armor,&lt;br /&gt;rides to me atop his stallion,&lt;br /&gt;to capture my lips and lay claim to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;already impaled with his flag and branded with his mark,&lt;br /&gt;as i believe his is with mine,&lt;br /&gt;it's only after a night of worshiping the body of my heart's true god,&lt;br /&gt;and as he climbs back onto his high horse,&lt;br /&gt;to descend upon his throne of self-righteousness and supposed authority,&lt;br /&gt;that i realize i am but,&lt;br /&gt;another piece of conquered territory.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-1667184831028814200?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1667184831028814200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=1667184831028814200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1667184831028814200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/1667184831028814200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-want-is-not-what-i-always-get.html' title='what i want is not what i always get'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVecxnIcWsI/AAAAAAAAB2s/moETJVYduBc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-2348400560302893408</id><published>2008-12-28T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:21:58.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estacyly happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>walking to the next phrase</title><content type='html'>this is what i did today. partially. had a great time snapping pictures using my uncle's semi pro Sony. had no idea what model it is cause it is a very old model &lt;i&gt;(according to him la. i think he got it a year back? when he and his family went to Hong Kong)&lt;/i&gt; Google a bit and i think it is DSC-H5 cause it look similar! anyway, the pictures came out great. took a lot of pictures but i cut it down to 11. most of the pictures consist of flowers cause i ran out of objects to shot at and the sun wasn't being nice to me most of the time &gt;&lt; still, 11 out of 20+, i consider that good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZTNaobfCI/AAAAAAAAB10/gMhh4Slryrw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZTNaobfCI/AAAAAAAAB10/gMhh4Slryrw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284502702718155810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZTNG3qc4I/AAAAAAAAB1s/w2pif4nZ-Pk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZTM-YgiAI/AAAAAAAAB1c/mL5v2sqh0pc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284502695135184898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZTMeH5qkI/AAAAAAAAB1U/gnJiXX0ySds/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZTMeH5qkI/AAAAAAAAB1U/gnJiXX0ySds/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284502686475594306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZT1QEh4SI/AAAAAAAAB2c/DyQzlLf9lAE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZT0dIOioI/AAAAAAAAB2M/wkVeeo0yeCg/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284503373403294338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZT0aIKrKI/AAAAAAAAB2E/UhCiJHEa330/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZT0aIKrKI/AAAAAAAAB2E/UhCiJHEa330/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284503372597734562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZUBoiZL2I/AAAAAAAAB2k/ewiQMMcRDyw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZUBoiZL2I/AAAAAAAAB2k/ewiQMMcRDyw/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284503599804133218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVZT0L9SKpI/AAAAAAAAB18/QrLQ-L02rX8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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i still wish i could own one</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;no more day counts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/t7cpc3.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/2ai0i0l.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/108b7sz.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/oj2e04.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt; merry christmas all the way from Singapore! massive picture uploads once i am free enough to load all of it into my laptop and resize all and watermark it! lots of job but i can assure you the pictures are &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; super gorgeous and not to mention, mouth watering! &lt;b&gt;very VERY&lt;/b&gt; mouth watering! christmas is just tomorrow! gosh, how days actually pass by so fast. sad, happy, anger, jealousy and so on but no mater what happens, we all still stay together. be it as family or as lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SVJQ1wm4UtI/AAAAAAAAB1M/QKnpvwg2nBc/s1600-h/love+poem1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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i still wish i could own one'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/t7cpc3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779872881528172464.post-7066772177163369856</id><published>2008-12-20T16:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:02:58.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant rants'/><title type='text'>walking a million miles to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;9 + 3 more days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend half of the day in Pyramid. did nothing productive. had a good try on one of my &lt;b&gt;have to buy&lt;/b&gt; 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KP500 Cookie! can't wait to have it. nothing much to talk about today. line is terrible. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buy Scarlett Jonahsson's mucus for RM14,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTRESS Scarlett Johansson has put a used tissue on eBay to be auctioned for charity, with bidding reaching over $3000. The star had a cold when she appeared on US TV's The Tonight Show with Jay Leno to promote her new film The Spirit, saying she had caught the illness off her co-star Samuel L Jackson. Johansson joked her illness had value because it had been passed down from one celebrity to another. Host Leno handed her a tissue and Johansson announced she would sell it on eBay to raise money for hunger relief charity USA Harvest. She blew her nose twice, leaving mucus and lipstick on it. The tissue was placed in a plastic bag and the actress signed her name on it. This morning bids on the tissue had reached $US2151 ($3160). The auction ends on Monday. &lt;i&gt;p/s: last i check, US$4,050!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy9KkpkqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/jNjjh49KlGY/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy9KkpkqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/jNjjh49KlGY/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793226878587554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy9gSfrwI/AAAAAAAAB0k/BRJMDij_tFc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy9gSfrwI/AAAAAAAAB0k/BRJMDij_tFc/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793232708022018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy90hPTqI/AAAAAAAAB0s/6S6Nl1g551g/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy90hPTqI/AAAAAAAAB0s/6S6Nl1g551g/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793238138572450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy-eqO_VI/AAAAAAAAB00/KGKwBDonD04/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy-eqO_VI/AAAAAAAAB00/KGKwBDonD04/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793249450589522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy-8p1GfI/AAAAAAAAB08/3dt6craKkl8/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy-8p1GfI/AAAAAAAAB08/3dt6craKkl8/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793257501956594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWN TISSUE FROM SCARLETT JOHANSSON &amp; SAM JACKSON in &lt;A  HREF="http://cgi.ebay.com/OWN-TISSUE-FROM-SCARLETT-JOHANSSON-SAM-JACKSON_W0QQitemZ220331665273QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_0?hash=item220331665273&amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&amp;_trkparms=72:1205|66:2|65:12|39:1|240:1318|301:1|293:1|294:50"&gt;eBay&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779872881528172464-7066772177163369856?l=lyfedancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7066772177163369856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3779872881528172464&amp;postID=7066772177163369856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7066772177163369856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779872881528172464/posts/default/7066772177163369856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyfedancer.blogspot.com/2008/12/walking-million-miles-to-you.html' title='walking a million miles to you'/><author><name>saRa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c355/eoy/bubbel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-6OapXfTrg/SUyy9KkpkqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/jNjjh49KlGY/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
