<?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-36833396</id><updated>2011-09-17T04:12:17.427-07:00</updated><category term='the start of something new'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='DAYS'/><title type='text'>-[ThOuGhTs oF My oWn]-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7827397611153258391</id><published>2010-11-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:04:19.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything that is Z</title><content type='html'>Everything that is Z &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of my last post, i would like to bring my blog back to live by posting about something, someone so special, it is because of that person that I started  living the real life. A best friend like no other, a person who stood by me in difficult times encouraging me and lifting my spirits up high, introducing me to so many new things in life. So, if you're reading this post Z, you know that it is about you. I don't know where to start on the wonderful things that you do, no matter small or big. I am a shopaholic and I'll always be one but you showed me how to make full use of my money and that money is not the world, it does not bring real happiness and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"No one can serve two masters, because either he will hate one and love the other, or be loyal to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and riches!" Matthew 6:24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You showed me what real life and love is all about. I love going on this journey with you to discover ourselves and the fun part is that we have a lot of similarities, more to discover, huh? I love sitting around with you, talking about everything under the sun, going for walks, playing badminton with you making me run everywhere (although that is kinda tiring), watching movies, you bringing me out to eat or shop or just walk around or eat more. hehe! Not to mention your family. I really appreciate all the hospitality that you and your family has showed me. Thank you Z. For just being here and for doing all the things that you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You're the best thing I never knew I needed- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7827397611153258391?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7827397611153258391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7827397611153258391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7827397611153258391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7827397611153258391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-that-is-z.html' title='Everything that is Z'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-3376440055249179245</id><published>2010-06-12T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T04:48:09.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TBS_FRjsH6I/AAAAAAAAATg/f5WBqCP4brY/s1600/MODELLING_CONT_by_dancingperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TBS_FRjsH6I/AAAAAAAAATg/f5WBqCP4brY/s320/MODELLING_CONT_by_dancingperfect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482216743750082466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TBS_EzbwKhI/AAAAAAAAATY/bItg5l5yVi8/s1600/071d670f42887cf21393f6652149840c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TBS_EzbwKhI/AAAAAAAAATY/bItg5l5yVi8/s320/071d670f42887cf21393f6652149840c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482216735663729170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being judged for the way you look is extremely common nowadays. The obese are always ostracized from the society. Only the stick-thin models end up on the covers of magazines implying that we have to be that size to be beautiful. Yes, the models do look great on the cover but not everybody looks like that, and not everyone can afford to look like that. For some people, to look like that they would have to starve for a lifetime. Well, that is not very practical right? Believe me. The thin or the "hot" will turn heads every time they walk past. Don't believe me? Try noticing the next time you're in a mall or somewhere crowded. Not only the guys will stare, girls too, wishing that they were like that. I know because I am like that. I wonder why my metabolism rate is sooo low. I wonder why I get fat so easily when some of my friends who can eat ten times more than me are just half my size. Does this mean that I cannot enjoy the greatness of food because I have to watch my weight? I didn't know that I was like that until a few months ago, I started eating normally. Notice the word normally... When I came back to Penang, I realised that I have put on 5kg. That is a lot of weight for someone to put on. I just don't understand. I went to the doctor and he told me to eat less and exercise. I don't know why I am so pressured by this. I am still normal after all. It was when I sat down and thought hard I realised that it was all in my head. My environment. At home, if I put on weight, I would be teased. And the worse part is, your size is the only thing that people notice after not seeing you for a while. They say 'wow you put on weight' or 'you got chubbier or fatter'. Well, if they don't say it to your face, they will be talking about you behind your back, which is worse for me that is. Is being thin so important? What if you're thin and sick? What is the point? And nobody is helping me. All they do is 'look at your thighs, so big!' or 'your fats are causing your pants to explode'. WHO IS HELPING? Who has to suffer these torments? I just don't get it. Everybody is so caught up with their teasing that they neglect the thought 'maybe this girl needs help' or 'maybe she needs to see a doctor'. No. The teased are just left to defend for themselves. Now,  before you tease a person about their weight, put yourself in their shoes and imagine how you would feel if you were him/her. Don't say that you will never let yourself get to that level. The future is uncertain. So, keep your harsh comments to yourself and think about someone's feeling before saying anything. Because you might not know, you might end up in that place one day. These teasing will cause people who are a littly chubby think that they are obese. STOP THE TEASING AND PUT YOUR ENERGY INTO HELPING THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-3376440055249179245?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3376440055249179245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=3376440055249179245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3376440055249179245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3376440055249179245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/06/weight.html' title='weight'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TBS_FRjsH6I/AAAAAAAAATg/f5WBqCP4brY/s72-c/MODELLING_CONT_by_dancingperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4544510885730133344</id><published>2010-06-06T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:30:46.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The comeback</title><content type='html'>THE COMEBACK&lt;br /&gt;And the process to revive my blog begins. How long has it been? Time really flies. It has already been one year since I first went to INTEC. One year. 2 semesters. I feel as though I am in a bullet train, travelling through the passage of time, watching my life as it goes by. Life is more routined nowadays (although there are some surprises along the way), still, it reeks of monotony. Everyday, I get up at 6 or so, drag myself out of bed to the toilet, freeze up in the bathroom because cold water is all we have, brush up, blow my hair, prepare breakfast and then off to catch the bus to college for classes which start at 8. In the evenings, I brave the cold in the library as I sit there doing work/ study. Dinner is always at Ehsan which is walking distance from college and after that it is back to the freezing cold library until about 8 or 9 and then back to my hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came final exams. The feeling of standing in front of the Great Hall still terrifies me even after one year. Fear along with the cold air that seeps through the tiny gaps between the glass doors and the wall is a feeling that cannot be described. Not to mention the wait in front of the hall. My insides screaming "Let me get this over with. Open the doors quick!!" Until the moment the door opens, my heart pumps with the speed of light and when the door finally opens, my heart stops for a second. I glanced around, people rushing in the hall as though they were prisoners finally being freed. But there was no sense of freedom here. And instead of rushing out, people are rushing in. Without haste, I followed the flow and my eyes searching for the sign that read "10M3". I panic when I saw no sign, heart thumping. My eyes fell to the seat right in front of where I was standing. Phew. A sign of relief that was. '10M3' was taped to the seat. I proceed to my seat and wait for further instructions. I make sure that my pens and other paraphernalia needed for the examination are arranged properly on the left and my I.D on my right. Instructions to write our names on the paper were given out. I could see heads bend over as I bend mine to write my own name. I hold my black pen ready to start. The hall was so quiet that I could have sworn that I could hear the clock ticking. And the invigilator says "you may begin ." now." Pages turn swiftly and pens started moving. Moving. Moving. Cold sweat wets my right palm as I wipe it on my shirt occasionally. The sound of the chief invigilator picking up the mike sends chills down my spine. How much more time do I have left? 10 minutes? 5 minutes? Or is he going to ask us to stop writing now? Despite all that, my hand never failed to move in sync with my pen. 10 minutes left. 5. Stop writing now. Those three words burns holes in my hand. Am I done with answering? I ask myself this question as I flip the pages to my question paper frantically while the other invigilators start collecting the finished or unfinished papers. And after that, I grab my things and walk out, forgetting all about the exam paper and to concentrate on the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically what I went through during exams. It is a battlefield, I tell you. The questions are the enemy. Divide and conquer, we must. Conquer especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all the exam horror and drama, my friends and I went out for dinner. Well, before that we watched a movie. =) Bounty hunter. A nice one that was. Hilarious. Walked about Sunway Pyramid and met up with a few more for dinner. At Manhattan Fish Market. Yummy. *licks lips* Thanks guys for the book. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I proceeded to buy Kiran her birthday present. I tried so hard to hide it from her.. hahah! But gave it all away when I gave her her present on her birthday! which happens to be mine too. OKay. So I was working on her birthday present almost close to midnight when the door to my hostel room opened and suddenly i heard people singing Happy Birthday.. How sweet of my friends to do that for me. And there was cake and presents. Best surprise ever. I can't thank you guys enough. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! One of the best birthdays I've ever had. =))) all smiles!! Nick called all the way from AUSTRALIA.. double surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real day however was great too! I called Kiran first thing in the morning to give her her present!! She was obviously surprised and i hope she likes it =) and after that was just simply wonderful. Had dinner at Chili's and walked around. And learnt how to solve the Rubiks Cube.. but have forgotten how... =P hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came MOVING DAY!!! One of the most dreaded days of the semester other than exam dates. It really was a test of my fitness level. Obviously, it was and still is below average. Probably negative. haha! Well, up and down 3 floors carrying a whole lot of stuff; bag after bag, box after box. Most of it goes to Aunty Pearly's car though.. ahaha Thank goodness she was there to help me. Honestly, I was on the verge of throwing everything down. After that, I had to unload everything from her car to her house. And I had to pack for Bali.. My cousin came to bunk in with us that night.. and so we left for Bali for 4 days.. when I came back I stayed at my cousin's place for almost a week and had loads of fun =) with them and family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am back in Penang, kinda missing fun in KL.. haha! But i know that next semester will be another blast... a better one than this semester for sure! Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of fun this sem. I am just implying that next semester should be better. Well, it better be. =P ahha! Until next time.. Ciao! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4544510885730133344?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4544510885730133344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4544510885730133344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4544510885730133344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4544510885730133344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/06/comeback.html' title='The comeback'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4889061066224769476</id><published>2010-03-28T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T03:04:40.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food food food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68pCm2Bn4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zZEEGnQBY2k/s1600/280320101111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68pCm2Bn4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zZEEGnQBY2k/s320/280320101111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453622798532583298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Asus/Desktop/Pictures%20from%20Phone/March%202010/280320101111.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Asus/Desktop/Pictures%20from%20Phone/March%202010/280320101111.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Asus/Desktop/Pictures%20from%20Phone/March%202010/280320101111.jpg" alt="" /&gt;The Shrimp Linguine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68mjzJWiUI/AAAAAAAAASY/uJ6gtmDt_lw/s1600/280320101112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68mjzJWiUI/AAAAAAAAASY/uJ6gtmDt_lw/s320/280320101112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453620070235670850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pizza- Appetiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68mkgArtmI/AAAAAAAAASo/tMcwjyVrQg8/s1600/280320101110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68mkgArtmI/AAAAAAAAASo/tMcwjyVrQg8/s320/280320101110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453620082278905442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68mkgArtmI/AAAAAAAAASo/tMcwjyVrQg8/s1600/280320101110.jpg"&gt;The Quartro Platter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68mkxoZw4I/AAAAAAAAASw/cZhZyR4ZUQM/s1600/270320101109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68mkxoZw4I/AAAAAAAAASw/cZhZyR4ZUQM/s320/270320101109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453620087008904066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shogun! -Buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lD7pnMaI/AAAAAAAAASI/8xfp0ybUfVk/s1600/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lD7pnMaI/AAAAAAAAASI/8xfp0ybUfVk/s320/P1010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453618423251022242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shogun- Dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lC2CTWrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RDjqX1A0zzI/s1600/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lC2CTWrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RDjqX1A0zzI/s320/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453618404564097714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shogun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lCgezQ2I/AAAAAAAAARw/j7lC88RHKII/s1600/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lCgezQ2I/AAAAAAAAARw/j7lC88RHKII/s320/P1010003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453618398778049378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shogun... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lB9lRlOI/AAAAAAAAARo/Cvshnv-NCiA/s1600/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68lB9lRlOI/AAAAAAAAARo/Cvshnv-NCiA/s320/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453618389409961186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shogun! First round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week!!! But then again, it was fun.. Chatting with Vivien (my roommate) and then waking up late in the morning!! super late!!! I snoozed my alarm around 3 times a morning before i can actually get up...!!!! Goodness! anyway, Saturday was I-Code. It was like a carnival. They had reptlile shows, demonstration by the Bomba and Silat.. Public speaking and Ghost House... haha! Well i would say that the Ghost House was the highlight of the day. Scary, of course, but entertaining to hear everybody screaming! Haha! =P Kudos to those who put so much effort to come up with the settings and the effects. =) nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after everything... I rushed to the KTM to go back to my aunt's house! She made resevations at Shogun as it was her B'day!! yesterday... ahahha! The food was good!!!! hheheh!!! and today, Lunch was at Italiannies.. another fantastic meal!! =) so, i went to Nichii and i saw a few tops.. tried on... didn't like them very much but i liked the shorts... then came the final piece... the one with the butterfly sleeves.. loved it so much! it is 59.90.!!! reasonable and nice... well.. i didn't get the shorts but i will definitely go back for it!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that a picture worth a thousand words.. so.. enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4889061066224769476?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4889061066224769476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4889061066224769476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4889061066224769476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4889061066224769476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-food-food.html' title='Food food food'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S68pCm2Bn4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zZEEGnQBY2k/s72-c/280320101111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2008911417460368401</id><published>2010-03-17T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:31:50.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HSvJJoUbI/AAAAAAAAARg/pxYYYLNio8Y/s1600-h/170320101089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HSvJJoUbI/AAAAAAAAARg/pxYYYLNio8Y/s320/170320101089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449868731447005618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   the flower mosaic that i did for my sister's art.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HSuiJGzpI/AAAAAAAAARY/lJlncEsl2LA/s1600-h/170320101088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HSuiJGzpI/AAAAAAAAARY/lJlncEsl2LA/s320/170320101088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449868720975826578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       the messy messy table when my mum, sister and i did her art work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HSuMuEjrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/e6yxueK8Ejo/s1600-h/170320101085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HSuMuEjrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/e6yxueK8Ejo/s320/170320101085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449868715225288370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              and yes, i drew that.  the title was alam fantasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMtXasO0I/AAAAAAAAARI/l24BKzrpnk8/s1600-h/160320101070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMtXasO0I/AAAAAAAAARI/l24BKzrpnk8/s320/160320101070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449862103847156546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                part of my sister's cupcake cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMtI5dvPI/AAAAAAAAARA/kerlGB5KFnM/s1600-h/160320101068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMtI5dvPI/AAAAAAAAARA/kerlGB5KFnM/s320/160320101068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449862099949698290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMshQe2WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tsSkiJrvFp4/s1600-h/160320101067.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/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMshQe2WI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tsSkiJrvFp4/s320/160320101067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449862089308821858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMsJyo19I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2OCF0OPOJX8/s1600-h/160320101066.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/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMsJyo19I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2OCF0OPOJX8/s320/160320101066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449862083009632210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               the full cupcake cake... =) i surprised my sister with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMrvE_i4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/4B98yW6Zn6Y/s1600-h/150320101064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HMrvE_i4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/4B98yW6Zn6Y/s320/150320101064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449862075838860162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       the pizza Fione and I ate at Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHT4FcT2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/9LQX7njK8f8/s1600-h/150320101063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHT4FcT2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/9LQX7njK8f8/s320/150320101063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449856168381665122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHTTri1fI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5xIJJZ5YVjk/s1600-h/150320101062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHTTri1fI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5xIJJZ5YVjk/s320/150320101062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449856158609364466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           the kids pool @ Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHSsg5opI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/y8ZjLhgv67Q/s1600-h/130320101058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHSsg5opI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/y8ZjLhgv67Q/s320/130320101058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449856148095738514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Top: Jeremy Bottom (from Left) : Kim (sister), Me, Harold, Mei Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHRv1kG4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/d1pZxZtii-o/s1600-h/040320101055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HHRv1kG4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/d1pZxZtii-o/s320/040320101055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449856131807845250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i think i owe my blog some pictures.. heheh! well here they are... happenings in March 2010 and one of them was taken during CNY 2010... the highlight is my sister's birthday.. which happens to fall on the 16th of March.. =) hahaha .. On Monday Fione and I went up to Hard Rock for lunch.. pizza!!! haaah super dee duper yummy!!! well.. here are the pictures... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2008911417460368401?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2008911417460368401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2008911417460368401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2008911417460368401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2008911417460368401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S6HSvJJoUbI/AAAAAAAAARg/pxYYYLNio8Y/s72-c/170320101089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7213535461993081609</id><published>2010-03-13T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:57:53.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short.</title><content type='html'>what is it really?&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts or inevitable events?&lt;br /&gt;or just the effects of too much thinking done within a few seconds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7213535461993081609?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7213535461993081609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7213535461993081609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7213535461993081609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7213535461993081609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/short.html' title='short.'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2200156388799414398</id><published>2010-03-05T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:32:27.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the poem</title><content type='html'>I was feeling terribly emotional the other day and decided to pen my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that I need to stay home for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that her mask was too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to leave but she wanted me to stay at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;So how am I to choose between my mama and the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw me sitting by the window sill looking out at the big blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one day I'll soar it,&lt;br /&gt;But plenty of years have come and gone by,&lt;br /&gt;I am still sitting here waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been held back for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I will get to see the world with my very own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My chances come and go not taken because I never try,&lt;br /&gt;I just sit there and wait for another chance to come and never pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should that chance come by,&lt;br /&gt;Grasp that chance I shall,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it tight with my own two hands,&lt;br /&gt;God give me the strength to try..&lt;br /&gt;And never let me regret that I didn't let it pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bing Yang saw my blog and he yawned at it and said "BORING!!" i was like... fine fine .. hahaha well Bing Yang you should know that i will be uploading pictures whenever i can!!! hmmmph!! hahahaha =P  well... if i have the time... IF... big word to use.. ahhaha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2200156388799414398?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2200156388799414398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2200156388799414398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2200156388799414398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2200156388799414398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/03/poem.html' title='the poem'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1490689939800452704</id><published>2010-02-12T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:17:10.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S3YZGSxwI2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/wNDwUfC2kdA/s1600-h/Valentines-Day-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S3YZGSxwI2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/wNDwUfC2kdA/s320/Valentines-Day-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437561196006876002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am finally back in Penang!!! weehee!! hehe =D Went to Gurney for lunch yesterday.. at Sakae Sushi... Yummy food!!! heheheh! love it... =) hehe ! Nick came late... like quarter through the movie.. oh yeah..!!! Valentine's Day movie is GOOOOOOOODDDD!!!! i love it sooo much!! hehe! very very very very nice... well i practically went awwwwww....awwwww throughout the whole movie.. hahah! =) highly recommended! hehe! So, after the movie... Fione and i DDR-ed.. haha! while Nick -poor him- had to hold our handbags for us.. hahah! =P but it was fun... beat Fione by million plus.. hehe! and we moved on to drums.. and once again i triumphed over Mokkie Pokkie.. haha! yay! so we were left with one more coin.. hahah! Nick had to buy another so that we can race together.. haha... i would say that girls rule.. hhaha! just kidding Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was ICe- Cream!!!! nice yummy Ice cream with chocolate chips as toppings.. heheheh! oooooo.... as i left my cable back in the hostel.. i am sad to say that i can't upload pictures for the time being.. next time then!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1490689939800452704?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1490689939800452704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1490689939800452704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1490689939800452704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1490689939800452704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-movie.html' title='valentine&apos;s day movie'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S3YZGSxwI2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/wNDwUfC2kdA/s72-c/Valentines-Day-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-3548848291134429797</id><published>2010-02-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:39:33.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Post a week early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S24l1Wh3zLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8X8J7J2TYu0/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S24l1Wh3zLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8X8J7J2TYu0/s320/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435323398793710770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels brought me here- Guy Sebastian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long and winding journey,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m finally here tonight picking up the pieces walking back into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Into the sunset of your glory where my heart and future lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing like that feeling when I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dreams came true when I found you, my miracle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you can see what I see,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you’re the answer to my prayers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel the tenderness I feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou would know, it would be clear,&lt;br /&gt;that angels brought me here&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here before you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’ve been born again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every heartbeat speaks your name&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dreams came true right here in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;my miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you could see what I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re the answer to my prayers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you could feel the tenderness I feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would know it would be clear,&lt;br /&gt;that angles brought me here&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought me here, to be with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ill be forever grateful,(oh forever faithful) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams came true when I found you,&lt;br /&gt;my miracle&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re the answer to my prayers,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u could feel the tenderness I feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would know it would be clear that angels brought me here&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your the answer to my prayers (Yes they brought me here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you could feel the tenderness I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You would know it would be clear,&lt;br /&gt;that angels brought me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My aunt played this song in her car yesterday.. it is quite an old song.. so yeah.. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;never knew that i kinda missed it.. =) so here it is.. listen if you have the time =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it is &lt;/span&gt;sehr&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; good!! &lt;/span&gt;hahaha&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valentine's Day is coming up!!! exactly one week from now.. i am guessing that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;won't have time to update then as it will be the first day of &lt;/span&gt;CNY&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. so yeah i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;posting it now.. to all my friends HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hope you guys have a wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Valentine's Day! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-3548848291134429797?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3548848291134429797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=3548848291134429797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3548848291134429797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3548848291134429797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-post-week-early.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Post a week early'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S24l1Wh3zLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8X8J7J2TYu0/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8446565223093655305</id><published>2010-02-05T02:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:21:45.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly update. =)</title><content type='html'>Today, class finished at 12 something. Our lecturer managed to finish Doppler's effect... I find that this semester I like physics more than any other subject. Don't ask me why.. hmm.. maybe it is because of my horrifying physics marks last semester.. and they are going to send my results to my parents.. * gasps in horror* oh well. i am still debating with myself on whether i should go shopping this weekend.. I told my aunt that i will be able to go for a while because i need to study for Bio test this wednesday!!! hmmm... I wonder why they changed the date and the time for the test.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today.. i had to go to my aunt's office... i decided that this would be the way every week because it would be more convenient for her as she doesn't need to pick me up every friday... all theway to shah alam.. i already owe her a lot for good food and her washing machine.. and of course her ironing board.. last weekend i had so much trouble ironing my clothes because i did not have an ironing board.. =( so, i had to clear and clean my table just so that i could iron 3 t-shirts... hahaha.. oh well.. at least my table is clean now.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i diverted from my point twice already... so today i took ktm to sentral to dang wangi.. i had to wait the rain out because i did not have any umbrella... sad isn't it? but it is alright... i was reading a copy of this month's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reader's Digest&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favourite magazines. =) i happen to like this month's copy.. i kinda laughed myself silly with all the jokes.. and there were some touching stories inside too.... go get a copy yourself and read =) *promotes Reader's Digest* ahahaha i did promote it during my ethics presentation too! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, Valentine's Day is coming.. and it falls on the first day of Chinese New Year.. hahaha... my classmate actually made a valentine's day card for his girlfriend.. i took picture of it but i don't think i should post it up here.. haha. it is really nice though... he made her the pop-up card which i taught the class to make last year during my demo speech... awwwwww.... how sweet is that.. and he did it very well indeed... when i saw it, i went A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.....&lt;/span&gt; and yeah, his girlfriend is one very lucky girl to have someone who would go through the trouble of buying papers, finding a craft punch and most importantly use his precious time to make the card for her... Well, i am actually glad that i could help him in a way.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Ehsan's Murtabak is sehr YUMMY!!! hahaha... i haven't had murtabak like in ages.. hahah! since since since... i cannot remember.. see how long ago that was.. =P haha! well i managed to cut down on my rice intake.. because rice=fats !!! hahaha and i didn't go to the gym this thursday.. arhhhhh!!! never mind. i will go there after bio test this wednesday.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GYM HERE I COME!!!&lt;/span&gt; haha.. playing with fonts here! There was this dedication thingy going on for CNY.. it is like in secondary school.. just that this one half the profits go to charity.. i think.. or something like that la.. i dedicated something to Kiran (my physics mentor) ahhahaa for all the times she helped me in my physics.. =) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Kiran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hehe.. might as well say thank you here too! hahaaha well, she has put up with me being annoying especially when physics test/exam is around the corner.. me asking her 1001 questions.. and she has to crack her brain to give me 1001 answers =P anyway, thanks Kiran!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that is already Friday! Soon it'll be Sunday and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday.. And then Thursday.. I so hope that i'll get to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY MOVIE !!!&lt;/span&gt; Vivien (my wonderful roommate) booked me!! hahahah =P The much awaited movie!! star-studded.. ahahhaha!! Taylor Lautner!!! Muscles and more muscles!! Even Vivien agrees with me! we think that his muscles are just nice and not over the top.. and he has a pretty face to go with it... =) ahem ahem... Fans of Taylor Lautner here!.. hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week... everybody or i should say that most of the people are singing this song.. &lt;strong&gt;Two is better than one&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys like Girls ft. Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... most people including me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I thought hey&lt;br /&gt;You know this could be something&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everythings okay&lt;br /&gt;And finally now, believing&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I thought hey&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I've figured out with all that's said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two, is better than one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8446565223093655305?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8446565223093655305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8446565223093655305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8446565223093655305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8446565223093655305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekly-update.html' title='weekly update. =)'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5846638877279550513</id><published>2010-02-05T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:23:48.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5846638877279550513?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5846638877279550513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5846638877279550513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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since 7 something... hahah! ate breakfast while reading.. then came to a part where i didn't really get...My housemate helped me.. my understanding got better but i still don't fully understand... helpp!!!! i decided to go to my lecturer tomorrow.. =) haha! here i am now blogging.. haha and clearing my mind.. so that i have a clear mind to go back to reading about X chromosome inactivation.. ha.. and Barr body and anhidrotic ectodermal dysplasia...and Variation in humans.. hahah! decided to listen to this song.. a very nice song from the princess and the frog soundtrack... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never knew i needed- Neyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the way you changed my plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for being the perfect distraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the way u took the idea that I had of everything that I wanted to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and made me see there was somethin missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the ending of my first begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for the rare and unexpected friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the way you're something that I'd never choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at the same time something I don't wanna lose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and never wanna be without ever again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the best thing I never knew I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said when u appeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had no idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the best thing I never knew I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now it's so clear I need you here always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my accidental happily ever after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way you smile and how you comfort me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with your laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must admit you were not a part of my book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now if you open it up and take a look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the beginning and the end of every chapter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the best thing I never knew I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said when you appeared I had no idea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the best thing I never knew I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now it's so clear I need you here always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who knew that I could be (who knew that I could be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so unexpectedly(so unexpectedly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;undeniably happier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said with you right here right here next to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz you're the best thing I never knew I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said when you appeared I had no idea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're the best thing I never knew I needed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now it's so clear I need you here always(x2)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432725513458380978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so looking forward to monday! I bought new heels from Ole-ole (a place near my hostel).. adorned with black straps it stands tall and proud on my shoe rack... it was only RM29.90... hehe.. what a price for heels.. and those are some nice heels... =) love it. At least i don't have to wear my "ballet" shoes anymore.. as those really hurt my toes.. let's hope the heels won't hurt my feet.. I'll be wearing it on mondays and maybe fridays as i have to wear baju kurungs on both days.. =) it is a shame i forgot to take a picture of it... haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past week: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday: Migraine migraine migraine!!!! but after german i had dinner wih Lay to celebrate her birthday.... surprised her with two slices of cake.. for her and Q-En. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday: Migraine migraine migraine and more migraine... again!!! Felt better after taking panadol... and realised that i was out of panadol.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday: Frau Maria showed us a video of Christmas time in German... it was sehr schoon!!! (very beautiful in German) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday: Speaking test started... with the first 12 people.. i am no. 14!.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday: Speaking test.. for part 3, my question was quite tough. well, i did my best. it is up to the lecturer to grade me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday: Migraine... again! this time no panadol.. went to bed for 15 minutes... studied a bit of bio and now i am on the laptop again..and i think that it is going to rain soon... nooooo!!! Don't rain!!! okay it is raining... hahahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture on the net... beautiful ain't it? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432493205598386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S2QXybRqOEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vo2X8dSa_ns/s320/love_is____by_beautyintheordinary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6132064659086126681?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6132064659086126681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6132064659086126681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6132064659086126681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6132064659086126681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/week.html' title='the week.'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/S2QXybRqOEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vo2X8dSa_ns/s72-c/love_is____by_beautyintheordinary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-264961218537877844</id><published>2010-01-23T09:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:52:27.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller coaster</title><content type='html'>The past week has been another roller coaster ride... well, of course... i am always on this roller coaster. my personal thriller ride. I realised that the roller coaster started when I started college. And let me tell you. It is the BEST ride I've ever had so far.. not to mention the most thrilling too! The ups are simply breathtaking and the downs very very horrifying. All the turns... right and left are simply amazing... Sure, my roller coaster has made some wrong turns and yeah, I got lost. But hey, sometimes we need to get lost to be found. The certain someone, the only someone who possess the power to put me back on the right path. It dawned upon me that I have been on this roller coaster ride ever since I was born but I never noticed I was riding it until now. Looking back at the past week, many things did happen. I discovered new things... that i have never known.. about people and about myself. Slowly, everything is beginning to unfold.. and i know that time flies.. and soon enough the roller coaster is going to make a huge plunge.. Am I ready for this plunge? I think I am. However high the plunge is. I am going to take it and let my breath be taken away once more.. Come what may. God be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-264961218537877844?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/264961218537877844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=264961218537877844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/264961218537877844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/264961218537877844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller coaster'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5766595981354174735</id><published>2010-01-15T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:39:06.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINE. let it be that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5766595981354174735?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5766595981354174735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5766595981354174735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5766595981354174735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5766595981354174735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2010/01/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2556790518499721094</id><published>2009-12-31T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:31:00.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the start of something new'/><title type='text'>the new year!</title><content type='html'>it is the New Year!! 2010!! time flies!! we shall not celebrate it as the end of 2009 but the beginning of something new.. a new year! and i am still up.. hahaha what on earth am i doing up?? hahaha never mind that.. let's move on.. 2009 has been a roller coaster ride... with the ups and downs and the emotions... but thank God that it is yesterday, and that today is the beginning of a wonderful year.. apparently, Fione is still up!! hahah! =) my sister is sitting in front of me... watching ben 10 .. so EARLY in the morning.. and she's texting someone.. *wonders* hahahaha my goodnesss... hahaha! anyway, HAPPY 2010 to ALL my friends out there... wherever you guys are.. be it Phuket or KL or Penang itself.... may 2010 be a blast for you!!! God Bless all of You! =)&lt;br /&gt;i am sure that the year 2010 will be an adventure for all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wanted to upload some pictures that i took on that day at the beach, Teluk Kumbar, to be exact.. had seafood with the whole family... not exactly whole.. but you get the idea... hahahaha just a beautiful evening with my maternal grandparents' and my family... the seafood there is good.... yummy!!! because it is fresh and i like the way they cook it... nice nice... especially the way they cook the mantis prawn.. YUMMY!!! hahahahaa ... since the pictures are taking forever to upload... they'll be in the next post!!! hahaha! *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight/ good morning!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2556790518499721094?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2556790518499721094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2556790518499721094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2556790518499721094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2556790518499721094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html' title='the new year!'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2045191476259877103</id><published>2009-12-19T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:02:10.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy3ADjX1dKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/prBUTw0G7Jk/s1600-h/19122009687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417197094063928482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy3ADjX1dKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/prBUTw0G7Jk/s320/19122009687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *me before the outing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_N-HAOuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YLaFfKwS4NE/s1600-h/19122009688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417196173528152802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_N-HAOuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YLaFfKwS4NE/s320/19122009688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *jinq mey eating her tom yam noodles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_NrsJ7CI/AAAAAAAAAMo/N9tNO6ltANU/s1600-h/19122009689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417196168583703586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_NrsJ7CI/AAAAAAAAAMo/N9tNO6ltANU/s320/19122009689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *my lunch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_NV7fmxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XQh02j7yass/s1600-h/19122009690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417196162742459154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_NV7fmxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XQh02j7yass/s320/19122009690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*jeslyn's king-sized sausages*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_M8H6bZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/r641g3YvUYw/s1600-h/19122009691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417196155815226770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_M8H6bZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/r641g3YvUYw/s320/19122009691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *fione's barbeque chicken*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_MlRffqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wjlDz99XJvU/s1600-h/19122009692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417196149681389218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy2_MlRffqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wjlDz99XJvU/s320/19122009692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *fione pointing the knife at me for wanting to take her picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29x6fIQSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DSaUOebvU2Q/s1600-h/19122009696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417194592007635234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29x6fIQSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DSaUOebvU2Q/s320/19122009696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *me in front of toys r' us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29xhszpXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NVe6JPwg7lg/s1600-h/19122009697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417194585354118514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29xhszpXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NVe6JPwg7lg/s320/19122009697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*the twins- amanda and alethea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29xEt_LdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6eGMwWJVkyI/s1600-h/19122009698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417194577574440402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29xEt_LdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6eGMwWJVkyI/s320/19122009698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *gwen with her money*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29w2iNXLI/AAAAAAAAALw/PvJCznoXDLM/s1600-h/19122009699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417194573766941874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29w2iNXLI/AAAAAAAAALw/PvJCznoXDLM/s320/19122009699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*cass and fione*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29wUdjxiI/AAAAAAAAALo/Irfqimzn52E/s1600-h/19122009700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417194564620633634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy29wUdjxiI/AAAAAAAAALo/Irfqimzn52E/s320/19122009700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *gwen eating her dinner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28Pll4x1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Pun59UUYN4c/s1600-h/19122009701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417192902771656530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28Pll4x1I/AAAAAAAAALg/Pun59UUYN4c/s320/19122009701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*shepherd's pie... my dinner... yummy!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28PY7mQ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/PzaE_xzJBJU/s1600-h/19122009702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417192899373056978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28PY7mQ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/PzaE_xzJBJU/s320/19122009702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *mey and I* hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28O4L7MII/AAAAAAAAALQ/kdT5WVA07io/s1600-h/19122009703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417192890583167106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28O4L7MII/AAAAAAAAALQ/kdT5WVA07io/s320/19122009703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*kimmie and I*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28OXmrEOI/AAAAAAAAALI/2tdy0cHQBfE/s1600-h/19122009705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417192881836986594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28OXmrEOI/AAAAAAAAALI/2tdy0cHQBfE/s320/19122009705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *gwen and amanda watching the "chubby midnight bunny" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28OLmvwgI/AAAAAAAAALA/VpHt38SoZm4/s1600-h/19122009706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417192878616068610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy28OLmvwgI/AAAAAAAAALA/VpHt38SoZm4/s320/19122009706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*gwen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy25Ato94lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0RNMvT-wdxE/s1600-h/19122009710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417189348699136594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy25Ato94lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0RNMvT-wdxE/s320/19122009710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *wonders who is Mey texting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy25AcCfvMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bRnIFQhX26Y/s1600-h/19122009712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417189343974374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy25AcCfvMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bRnIFQhX26Y/s320/19122009712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *cass and fione*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy24_6GTB_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/puU6PMDbzCs/s1600-h/19122009713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417189334863513586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy24_6GTB_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/puU6PMDbzCs/s320/19122009713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *kimmie and I- full body shot* =P hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy24_YkLQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/UYw0LiMnN_I/s1600-h/19122009716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417189325862028258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy24_YkLQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/UYw0LiMnN_I/s320/19122009716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *mey and I- another full body shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was the day of days and the night of nights. for once, we managed to gather most of us for this outing... haha! unfortunately, Jiaps couldn't make it as she is in kl. Let's see, I arrived at 11 because my mum had an appointment... somewhere near Gurney... there was a massive jam near Esplanade and she was late already... sorry mum... you had to drop me off first.. but then she managed to reach... safely... but 20 minutes late. Well, better late than never. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was walking around mph, looking at designs... getting ideas... and Jeslyn called. At 12 she came and we started talking and went off looking for presents! haha... bought nothing.. haha! =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we walked around Gurney while waiting for the rest to arrive, impatiently because we were hungry. =P haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after much discussion and consideration, we went into Manila Place.. my first time =)  okay. so lunch was nice and we walked out of there feeling full... after that, we went to the arcade... as we were so lazy to use the escalators, we used the lift. I haven't been to the arcade in ages! hahaha. So, we raced, played drums, danced and danced some more.... not forgetting air hockey.. hhaa! won Mey 7-3... until fione interfered.... hahaha she made the score even and asked mey to let her win. hahah! cass joined us at the arcade... and jeslyn had to leave after a while.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then all of us went to mph to buy some stuff... to make presents! =) hahah! Kim and Mey went to winter warmers... Cass and Amanda left me and fione at mph.. haha they went to popular... i followed fione to collect her camera and we went to popular.. bought some more stuff there... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when all of us met up again, we decided to go to Northam Beach to have dinner.. hahaha my feet were killing me at that moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;three cars drove to Northam Beach. =) and there we were sitting...eating and talking... and after dinner, taking pictures of us! =) and we watched the  "Chubby-midnight-bunny" video. haha on fione's phone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i forgot how we came to the decision to hang out at fione's place before going back.. hahah! we were there until 10.45 ... hahahah! her parents went out to buy apoms/apungs for us.. hahah! and rojak! Yummy.. Thank you, Aunty and Uncle. =) hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;btw, mey had two accidents that night... her "P" fell off and her bumper kinda went in a lil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hope everything is alright with you!! =) *smiles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was prepared for grilling before i went home.. my last words were *secret* ahahha! =) actually, my last words were "bye and drive safely yeah" to mey before i met my daddy. =0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but not much grilling... hahaha they were tired and sleepy. =) thank goodness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2045191476259877103?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2045191476259877103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2045191476259877103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2045191476259877103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2045191476259877103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing.html' title='the outing'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sy3ADjX1dKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/prBUTw0G7Jk/s72-c/19122009687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8262887318488076468</id><published>2009-12-17T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:30:53.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syn3qRlESGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AbHjOy_HzVc/s1600-h/13042009006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416132332535171170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syn3qRlESGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AbHjOy_HzVc/s320/13042009006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*vanessa* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8262887318488076468?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8262887318488076468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8262887318488076468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8262887318488076468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8262887318488076468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syn3qRlESGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AbHjOy_HzVc/s72-c/13042009006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8100597449989711784</id><published>2009-12-15T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:53:16.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhwFuGF_AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/R3uVb6askJc/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415701795488267266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhwFuGF_AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/R3uVb6askJc/s320/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         *where it all started*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhwFOI_UWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7k3jEALMYMo/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415701786910478690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhwFOI_UWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7k3jEALMYMo/s320/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            *5 Science 1- took this on the last day of school*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhwEc83OzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DrDESLUV20s/s1600-h/IMG_4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415701773706279730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhwEc83OzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DrDESLUV20s/s320/IMG_4022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       *class shirts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syht1WkHzBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HWafVYZ7o8E/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415699315270601746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syht1WkHzBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HWafVYZ7o8E/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       *us and bikes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhcdI4PM5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/RuWLCuqdBs8/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415680207582344082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhcdI4PM5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/RuWLCuqdBs8/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the funniest part of all- climbing up there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syhcc8xbGOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/uNpDyJqNk8s/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415680204332538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syhcc8xbGOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/uNpDyJqNk8s/s320/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing with the bikes...in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhccTpvfJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U4D-7frLR78/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415680193294466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhccTpvfJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U4D-7frLR78/s320/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everybody say HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syhcb2IHYII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6gDiaazvkow/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415680185368797314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Syhcb2IHYII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6gDiaazvkow/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from top: Me, Jiaps,Kimmie, Mey, Amy and Ade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhcbaKWelI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AtKHwx0aAbc/s1600-h/13-03-08_0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415680177861982802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhcbaKWelI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AtKHwx0aAbc/s320/13-03-08_0919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Shanese and I during Exposure Camp 2008...the walk from GGA to youth park*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415671637566784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhUqTFTgoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Dh28AVtxcQI/s320/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*of poles and laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhUpaM-lAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PgDjx7rut0s/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415671622298145794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhUpaM-lAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PgDjx7rut0s/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *the last meal in school before SPM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhRYIoSuCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HWrqlTmqUXk/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415668026988214306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhRYIoSuCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/HWrqlTmqUXk/s320/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *me in front of the lockers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhRXvLmRJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZkAooyIZ7hE/s1600-h/210520090851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415668020156974226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhRXvLmRJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZkAooyIZ7hE/s320/210520090851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fione and I in Nandos on my 18th birthday..awww.. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhRXEPCp-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dUOwD6flLOE/s1600-h/100_2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415668008628692962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhRXEPCp-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dUOwD6flLOE/s320/100_2884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *jia pey and I (brace face) .. hehehe this was taken way back... 2006*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhN0_FA7rI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TV6PD72f0PY/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415664124594024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhN0_FA7rI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TV6PD72f0PY/s320/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *viityaa and I in the school canteen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415664115587464962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhN0dhrvwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ADdDRs-ZeLw/s320/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /&gt; top (from left): jiaps, Me, kimmie, mey. Bottom (from left): Jeslyn, Siew Wern, Cheryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the pictures are from last year.. was just browsing through some pictures on my laptop and came across all these pictures.. lol.. made me think of my life in school... i picked out a few pictures and decided to post here.. because there were too many! hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;missing them loads! =)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8100597449989711784?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8100597449989711784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8100597449989711784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8100597449989711784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8100597449989711784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SyhwFuGF_AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/R3uVb6askJc/s72-c/DSC01493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5212423217444575011</id><published>2009-12-15T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:26:41.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how to save a life</title><content type='html'>The Fray- how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say, "We need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;He walks, you say, "Sit down, it’s just a talk."&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you,&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through,&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right.&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right,&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame,&lt;br /&gt;You begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause after all you do know best.&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense,&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The things you’ve told him all along.&lt;br /&gt;Pray to god he hears you.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray to god he hears you and,&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice,&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice.&lt;br /&gt;"Drive until you lose the road,&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you’ve followed."&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things.&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything,&lt;br /&gt;Or he’ll say he’s just not the same,&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night,&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen... yes, things do happen. but i don't how to handle things like these.. how do i save a life??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5212423217444575011?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5212423217444575011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5212423217444575011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was lost in so many different ways&lt;br /&gt;Out in the darkness with no guide&lt;br /&gt;I know the cost of a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;Never for the grace of God oh I&lt;br /&gt;I found heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;You were my last, my first&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear this voice inside&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone&lt;br /&gt;When I'm surrounded by friends&lt;br /&gt;How could the silence be so loud&lt;br /&gt;But I still go home knowing that I've got you&lt;br /&gt;There's only us when the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;You are my heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;You are my hunger, my thirst&lt;br /&gt;I always hear this voice inside&lt;br /&gt;Saying Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love can come and pass you by&lt;br /&gt;While your busy making plans&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly hit you and then you realize&lt;br /&gt;It's out of your hands, baby you got to understand&lt;br /&gt;You are my heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;You are my last, my first&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear this voice inside&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you could do it. haha I've always known that =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-3732025442462564808?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3732025442462564808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=3732025442462564808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3732025442462564808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3732025442462564808'/><link 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fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold my hands and be my guide&lt;br /&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover your skies&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;You’re the perfect lullaby&lt;br /&gt;What kinda dream is this?&lt;br /&gt;You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure I ain't going no where&lt;br /&gt;Baby long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be floating on air cause you're my&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;I mention you when I say my prayers&lt;br /&gt;I wrap you around all of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Boy you're my temporary high&lt;br /&gt;I wish that when I wake up you’re there&lt;br /&gt;To wrap your arms around me for real&lt;br /&gt;And tell me you’ll stay by side&lt;br /&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover your skies&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;You’re the perfect lullaby&lt;br /&gt;What kinda dream is this&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure I ain't going no where,&lt;br /&gt;Baby long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be floating on air cause you're my&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo your name across my heart&lt;br /&gt;So it will remain&lt;br /&gt;Not even death can make us part&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dream is this?&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;(Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure I ain't going no where&lt;br /&gt;Baby long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be floating on air cause you're my,&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you (Turn The Lights On)&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights off)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7092470532295177304?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7092470532295177304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7025744937681630053</id><published>2009-12-04T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:11:49.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>*of thoughts and warmth* just a random post here.. =) *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7025744937681630053?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7025744937681630053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7025744937681630053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the cinema with Fione. If I am not wrong, her exact words were "Are we really supposed to go out this way? Why go out the same way we came in?" My head started spinning, my whole body aching. New moon was a nice movie, in fact, a fantastic one. The only thing that was keeping me from totally enjoying the movie was the uncomfortable seats in the cinema. The cinema was a huge one.. But then, the seats were awfully uncomfortable. I was fidgetting throughout the whole movie, turning right and left, sitting up straight and of course, sliding down. However, I could not afford to slide down too much as there was very very little space for our legs. Well, before the movie, Fione and I went to the beach.. Sorry, no photos yet.. They are all in her phone. Hehe. Tough luck, one side of my flats got washed away.. haha.. It is somewhere in the middle of the sea now. I stood on the beach for 10 minutes at least, hoping that the tide will wash my slipper back. Sadly, its gone. Now all I have is one side of my white flats. Bought them at Pulau Tikus market sometime this year. *sobs* We went for pizza after our "walk" at the beach. Couldn't finish the pizza. Then it was New Moon time. Those who walked past us kept staring at our shirts because we were wearing "I Love Jacob" t-shirts. A stranger came up to us and said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Well, Jacob must bea very lucky guy to have two lovely ladies loving him&lt;br /&gt;Fione and Vanessa: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie was horrible. My tummy was aching very very badly. Fione suggested to go to Coffee Island so that I can have a hot drink. As if my day couldn't get any worse, there was a torrential downpour. So, cold and in pain I was sitting at Coffee Island sipping my caramel chocolate drink. I thank Fione for being so nice by driving her car and parking right in front of Coffee Island so that I didn't have to walk so far. On the way back, there was a terrible jam. Cars were honking and there I was, in pain. Luckily, I brought my batik skirt. I was having chills... Yes, even when Fione turned her cold air cond to hot air cond. It was terrible..I had to ask my grandpa to pick me uo from Fione's place as I could not really walk.. Those aches were terrible.. So I went to the clinic after I met up with my mummy at Yamaha.. I waited for the doctor to arrive alone as my mummy had to drop my sister off to tuition... There I was shivering and moaning and groaning...When it was finally my turn... I was relieved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Yes, what can I do for you today young lady?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am half-dead.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Are you sure? Because if you are half dead, then I have to call the ambulance..Now tell me what is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Everywhere hurts; my head, my stomach, my joints.... practically my whole entire body.&lt;br /&gt;       And I lost my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You do have a temperature..Quite high... And your ears are extremely red..Any sign of&lt;br /&gt;              rash anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: *checks stomach* Hmmm... Your intestines are hyperactive.. and you have gastritis..&lt;br /&gt;             This might be a suspected case of Denggue or Chikungunya with the aches and all. The&lt;br /&gt;             symptoms don't manifest early. Even with blood tests, the results will be negative for&lt;br /&gt;             now.  If your fever  persists, you have to get to the hospital to be under observation.&lt;br /&gt;             I'll give you something for your stomach... *smiles* Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you *smiles back and walks out slowly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was horrible... I barely slept... With the aches and fever.. Whatever disease that is, I will never want to get it...Never ever ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better today.. Let's hope I get better *smiles* ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7342066642853120717?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7342066642853120717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7342066642853120717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7342066642853120717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7342066642853120717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-were-rushing-through-my-head.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7285449798984792658</id><published>2009-11-29T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:54:00.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current addiction. next to chocolates.</title><content type='html'>A few stolen moments,&lt;br /&gt;is all that we shared&lt;br /&gt;You've got your family,&lt;br /&gt;and they need you there&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to resist,&lt;br /&gt;being last on your list&lt;br /&gt;But no other man's gonna do&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;It's not very easy,&lt;br /&gt;living all alone&lt;br /&gt;My friends try and tell me,&lt;br /&gt;find a man of my own&lt;br /&gt;But each time I try,&lt;br /&gt;I just break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You use to tell me,&lt;br /&gt;we'd run away together&lt;br /&gt;Love gives you the right to be free&lt;br /&gt;You said be patient,&lt;br /&gt;just wait a little longer&lt;br /&gt;But that's just an old fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get ready,&lt;br /&gt;just a few minutes more&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get that old feeling&lt;br /&gt;When you walk through that door&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight is the night for feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making love the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;No other women is gonna love you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight is the night&lt;br /&gt;That I'm feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making love the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm savin all my loving&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7285449798984792658?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7285449798984792658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7285449798984792658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7285449798984792658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7285449798984792658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-current-addiction-next-to-chocolates.html' title='My current addiction. next to chocolates.'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2018665086995975622</id><published>2009-11-29T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:15:52.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close -Jon Mclaughlin</title><content type='html'>You're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is gone&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on&lt;br /&gt;For only two&lt;br /&gt;So close togehter&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams must die&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close with waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now, forever, I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I want is to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching&lt;br /&gt;That famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing&lt;br /&gt;This one's not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Now you're beside me&lt;br /&gt;And look how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;So close...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I face these faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We're so close to reaching&lt;br /&gt;That famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing&lt;br /&gt;This one's not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Though we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close, and still&lt;br /&gt;So far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4785898914715367132</id><published>2009-11-28T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:49:33.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don't think I can survive this. I just don't have that kind of strength. I just don't. I seriously don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4785898914715367132?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4785898914715367132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4785898914715367132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4785898914715367132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4785898914715367132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/help.html' title='Help.'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5124834151705011646</id><published>2009-11-27T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:16:21.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>hmmm... It has been a long time since I wrote here.. Well, things have been pretty messed up lately and now I am trying my very best to make everything alright. Mentally, of course. I have felt feelings that I have never felt before throughout my entire life, experienced adventures that I never thought I would experience, heard things that I never thought I would hear. It has been a roller coaster ride for the past few weeks. I had so many things playing in my mind, intertwining to be exact. Some of them are like movies, replaying themselves. Some good, some bad. But I know that I cannot run away from all these, much as I want to. It is like I am standing right there on the battlefield, ready for war and I feel like running away. Part of me is asking me to give up. However, there is something in me that is asking me to run forward, not backward. To run or not to run... It is like I came to this crossroad.. Not knowing which way to take. At that point, I don't know what to do. Questions popped into my mind. Many questions. Related and unrelated. Too many. I couldn't take it anymore. Ubiquitous voices were saying "choose". I couldn't decide. I cannot decide. I stood there, hands over my ears as the voices overwhelmed me. My chest tightening, my legs giving way, my mind swirling. I felt something piercing through my heart.. The excruciating pain. Gripping my chest, I know I have to stand up and face reality.. cold, harsh reality. You were with me all the way.. All the way. I gave myself to you. And so I took the road not taken because although it is painful, it seemed like the right thing to do. Now, all I can do is to pray... hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5124834151705011646?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5124834151705011646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5124834151705011646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5124834151705011646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5124834151705011646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7246195236849227538</id><published>2009-08-21T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:33:12.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>Finally, I am back where I came from!!! For one week..Mid-sem break. I reached Penang at 12.15 or somewhere near there. I left Puduraya at 6 something. The area was congested and it was quite a while before we actually left KL. Well, the most important thing is that I am back in Penang and I am loving it!! I am going to havea bowl of hokkien mee later.. I miss Penang food. I think I wanna take a break from rice as I have been eating rice everyday for the past two weeks.... well, almost everyday. During the weekend, my aunt took me out to eat as I stayed at her place. I had tomyam soup and a few dishes last friday.. On saturday I had ham sandwich for breakfast and spaghetti for lunch. Well, my aunt took me to eat crabs for dinner.. my gosh. they were delicious!!!! I loved it. haha. Then on sunday, she took me to Old Town for breakfast..I had their nasi lemak.. It was delicious... as always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I reached home, I was so relieved. I was at this point where the feeling of being home escalates to a point where I don't feel like going back to shah alam ever again. but i know that I have to no matter what. Well, now that iI've got used to the place, I find that it is not a bad place after all... haha! oh well... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7246195236849227538?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7246195236849227538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7246195236849227538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7246195236849227538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7246195236849227538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8791073256869217677</id><published>2009-08-10T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:40:15.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>I haven't been online for a few days now. I finally got the chance to do so. And I realised that my blog was left unattended... abandoned for the past 2 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;First things first... Chemistry Test is postponed!! ahaha... Until after the mid-sem break which is from the 21st of august-31st of august.&lt;br /&gt;here is a list of subjects that i am taking:&lt;br /&gt;1) Biology&lt;br /&gt;2)Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;3) Physics&lt;br /&gt;4) English&lt;br /&gt;5) German&lt;br /&gt;6) Ethics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my schedule is a little bit too packed but I don't mind. I asked for it. Nobody forced me to take German. Initially, I wanted to take math.. but luckily i didn't because i don't think that i can cope with the timetable. Well, I asked my classmates... and no one seemed to take math. They were all contempted with 3 subjects. Then when my roommate told me that we have to arrange our time for Maths Class ourselves. I thought it over and found that it will be very tiring. I am already very tired after coming back from class everyday. Imagine me taking math!!! ahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German classes are very enjoyable. I Love the lecturer. Well, more like the way she teaches us. I guess i got to go already... Bye bye!!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8791073256869217677?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8791073256869217677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8791073256869217677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8791073256869217677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8791073256869217677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1021206931002417773</id><published>2009-07-25T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:45:05.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True- Ryan Cabrera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;True- Ryan Cabrera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't move till you finally see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You might think I don't look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But deep inside the corner of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm attatched to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmmm..I'm weak, it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you want me too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[chorus]I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To the only thing that's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I will not hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime you walk into the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm afraid to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just scared to know the ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see me too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you even know you met me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To the only thing thats true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I will not hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know when I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be on my way to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way that's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[chorus]I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; To the only thing thats true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I will not hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1021206931002417773?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1021206931002417773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1021206931002417773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1021206931002417773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1021206931002417773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-ryan-cabrera.html' title='True- Ryan Cabrera'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-228092303978665510</id><published>2009-07-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:29:59.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stay here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this is my third week at INTEC and I daresay that I have grown accustomed to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;place here.. I made loads of new friends and my classmates are awesome. May i repeat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A-W-E-S-O-M-E &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're outgoing and they'll help others a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like yesterday, my chemistry experiment went awry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were supposed to prepare nickel sulphate from nickel carbonate and sulphuric acid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My partner (Kiran) and I, we heated the mixture fof nickel carbonate and sulphuric acid for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too long and then the mixture started to crystallise.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, it is not supposed to do that until we filter and leave it to crystallise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it was boiling, it started crystallising ... Kiran and I were wondering why our mixture is less than half whereas other groups' mixture is still more than half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then one guy from the other group came over to help us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my lecturer passed by, she was like "you heated it for too long already. there is an hour left. You have enough time to do anoter experiment"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I went to weigh the nickel carbonate and Kiran went to pour the sulphuric acid into the beaker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started mixing all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When a few of the other people saw us doing that as they walked past.. they gave us some pointers on how to perform the experiment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One by one.. some members of other groups came to help us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice people right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sort of having fun here la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My housemates are wonderful people too!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geraldine, Peggy (my housemates), Shafern, Vivian, J-Xi, Stephanie and I will eat dinner together most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well... Shafern joins us occasionally.. when she does not go for training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright... i have loads of homework to do!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll update when I am free!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: je t'aime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-228092303978665510?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/228092303978665510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=228092303978665510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/228092303978665510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/228092303978665510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-stay-here.html' title='my stay here'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8121194300976916938</id><published>2009-07-10T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:34:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I went to Sunway Pyramid with Geraldine and Vivian. Well, I daresay that we had fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;riding the KTM and bus... waiting at the stations.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe not waiting at the stations.. but when you're with friends, you don't feel the length of waiting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like that day when I went to Mid Valley with Shafern, we talked and talked on the KTM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we didn't even realise that time FLEW past us... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a few experiences riding the KTM... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shafern would know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.. back to today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after Sunway, we went to dinner at Kolej Cemara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had kuey teow kungfu.. It is scrumptious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then Vivian and I waited outside of Mydin for Geraldine and J-Xi to buy some stuff.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought this dvd...the Cinderella story... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like "i haven't watched this in years"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahaha.... so yeah.. i am watching it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: i love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8121194300976916938?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8121194300976916938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8121194300976916938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8121194300976916938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8121194300976916938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8203035516700679665</id><published>2009-07-03T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:14:16.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sunday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Registration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Get our apartment units (Kolej Akasia-Girls' Hostel) and met with housemates &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Taklimat HEP (Hal Ehwal Pelajar) and MMS (Minggu Mesra Siswa) &lt;/p&gt;Taklimat Kolej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Registration at INTEC&lt;br /&gt;Taklimat by JPA&lt;br /&gt;Bersama PPP dan JPK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;LDK (grouping)&lt;br /&gt;GAMES FOR THE WHOLE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;LDK (Value Added-More GAMES!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Talk on Kecemerlangan dan Hala Tuju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Majlis Amanat Pengarah dan Aku Janji Pelajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late... 7.40. and I had Placement Test at 8.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: (wakes up and looks at phone-56 misscalls and 5 messages, and looks at the time)&lt;br /&gt;                 (screams SHAFERN ITS 7.40 ALREADY!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Shafern jumps out of bed and looks at her clock..&lt;br /&gt;Shafern: No la, 6.30 only.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: its 7.40!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then the both of us rushed to get ready.. in 5 minutes time we were already downstairs running to the bus to go to INTEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was damn fun. I loved LDK the most. That's when they split us into groups and we'll be doing group activities for the whole day... My group members are extremely friendly and I had a wonderful time with them for the two days. This intake, we had 700+ students. We're divded into A-Levels Medicine, A-Levels German, A-Levels UK, American Degree Foundation Programme, AUSMAT... i think this is all. A-Levels Medicine had the most number of students. =) Well, there was like this Makan Malam Bersama PPP dan JPK where one team will represent the whole course to perform on stage. The sketch by the AUSMAT-ians was damn funny and nice as it portrayed our first five days there. =) Then the facilitators presented something for us as well... we were shouting "Encore! Encore! Encore!" haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the 2 years there will be indefinitely tough on me. but I am determined to stay on. After all, this is the only path to my dream. For this weekend, I'm back in Penang. Happy to be home!!!! After 6 hours of sitting in the bus.... The bus stopped a Butterworth and asked us to switch bus!! I stared at the bus driver!!! hahaha! Classes start on wednesday and on tuesday, we have LOU (Letter of Understanding). I think it is when we will meet up with our lecturers.  Okay. I have to go. Chao. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8203035516700679665?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8203035516700679665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8203035516700679665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8203035516700679665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8203035516700679665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/orientation.html' title='orientation'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4358771425877225432</id><published>2009-07-02T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:12:20.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hostel life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is my fifth day at INTEC, UITM. There are only 3 words to describe the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MMS (Minggu Mesra Siswa) programme.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun, Fun and Fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although we slept late almost every night.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I slept at 1 for almost every night and wake up at 5.30 every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why so early?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because we have to catch the bus to the campus.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hostels are in section 18 whereas INTEC is in section 17. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is around 8-10 minutes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is like Mydin, Giant, Ole-ole... around my hostel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so food, groceries, photostating, and stuff like that will not be a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went exploring the place with my roommates today. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what else to say here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will update more in the future! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: je t'aime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4358771425877225432?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4358771425877225432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4358771425877225432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4358771425877225432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4358771425877225432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/hostel-life.html' title='hostel life'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5787726614644597399</id><published>2009-06-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:52:08.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of food and fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, I went to Gurney with Viityaa (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she doesn't like me to publicise her nickname here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;). While I was waiting for her to come, I went to Watson's to do my shopping. You know, she was like LOST when she arrived at Gurney. I was in F.O.S when she called me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vanessa: Hello, where are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Viityaa: Erm... Ground Floor. I just came in. You?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vanessa: Meet me at F.O.S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Viityaa: I don't really know where is F.O.S &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vanessa: *smacks forehead* okay. you go up the escalator and I'll meet you there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(takes the escalator down to the second floor) &lt;/p&gt; Then, we went to Popular. We bought so many things there, that we couldn't carry them. So I had to grab a basket from the counter. *dump dump dump* There everything goes into the basket. Then we went to Reject Shop to look for my long sleeve shirt with collar... Well I found one. RM 8.95 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I know that I am cheapskate..hehe but it is money saving) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We met Gwen, Ben and their friend as they were about to go down the escalator. Well, Gwen didn't go down yet... the guys had to run up the escalator. haha! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Viityaa and I had for lunch.. haha. We went to 3 places. First, we went to Leomag to have waffles, the apple turnover. Yummy. Then, we went to Wembrey Park to meet Cheryl, Amanda, Siew Wern and some friends. After that, we went to Kim Gary to eat chicken wings.. well, baked chicken wings with cheese... oh the goodness of cheese!! *drools* ...Then we went to secret recipe to have a slice of carrot cake. It was gooooood!!! Well... I don't mind eating so much, since its my last week in Penang!!! Ahhhhhh! I had fun la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5787726614644597399?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5787726614644597399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5787726614644597399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5787726614644597399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5787726614644597399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-food-and-fun.html' title='of food and fun'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8841865858040906127</id><published>2009-06-21T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:29:39.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 more days in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been packing and sorting documents all day...!!!&lt;br /&gt;by the way.. today is FATHER"S DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DADDY!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, we spent Father's Day at home.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;My dad slept for the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been insane these few days!!&lt;br /&gt;when it is HOT, it is REALLY hot...&lt;br /&gt;When it is raining, it pours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) but i am enjoying the weather in Penang before i leave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8841865858040906127?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8841865858040906127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8841865858040906127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8841865858040906127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8841865858040906127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8559453443563813963</id><published>2009-06-19T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:26:11.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think of me fondly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we've said goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember me once in a while please promise me you'll try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you can still remember, stop and think of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of all the things we've shared and seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't think about the way things might have been...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recall those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look back on all those times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of the things we'll never do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will never be a day when I won't think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; They have their season, so do we. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But please promise me that sometimes, you will think of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: je t'aime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8559453443563813963?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8559453443563813963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8559453443563813963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8559453443563813963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8559453443563813963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5970729800112976771</id><published>2009-06-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:41:29.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a marvellous time at Queens yesterday!! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wouldn't trade for anything else in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'neway... I watched 17 again... again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like that movie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, after yesterday, I won't be seeing you for another 5 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry. I'll be patient. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347331595844492002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SjWJwUqImuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cqvmTwqsbS0/s320/14062009225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p/s: Je t'aime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5970729800112976771?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5970729800112976771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5970729800112976771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5970729800112976771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5970729800112976771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-of-our-lives.html' title='the time of our lives'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SjWJwUqImuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cqvmTwqsbS0/s72-c/14062009225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7536789279816313367</id><published>2009-06-10T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:57:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 8 today!!! but then i slept at 1.30 last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was tossing and turning in my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask me why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i nuah-ed on the bed for like another 20 minutes before actually getting up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother gave me the you-look-terrible look because my hair was all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum: Why today wake up so late? (&lt;em&gt;because my usual waking up time is 5.50.a.m&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa: I don't know wor. I couldn't sleep last night. Slept at 1.30 this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum: *fumes and then continues watching tv*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, today, I went to Gurney with Junie when I bumped into Amanda.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was waiting for Gwen at Nando's (on the second floor) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen happened to be waiting for Amanda at Nando's too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only difference is that Gwen was at the first floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen...gwen... gwen.. tsk tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they joined us for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what I had for lunch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a-l-a-d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the portion was HUGE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.. after lunch... we HIT the arcade!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were so many people in the arcade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like Tokyo in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made Gwen play air hockey with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we raided Toys R' Us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be exact, we RAIDED the soft toy department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then went over to the baby department. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen said that we were like some expecting mothers.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends like these are forever! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7536789279816313367?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7536789279816313367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7536789279816313367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7536789279816313367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7536789279816313367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/outing.html' title='The Outing'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4292648908527139940</id><published>2009-06-09T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:41:11.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to Junie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, 9th of June, happens to be one of my oldest pal's birthday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUNIE ONG!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Junie, I have known you since I was 10. I could still remember that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were lining up for ice cream.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I turned behind and saw you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Immediately, i recognized you as you were in the same class as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been through a lot ever since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we're both 18.. gee.. how time flies!!! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soon I'll be attending your wedding!! hhaha.. just kidding. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But remember to invite me you know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're doing well in college, i see.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good job. Keep it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck in becoming a psychologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as you don't become psycho can adee k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll happily send you to tanjung rambutan!!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vanessa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4292648908527139940?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4292648908527139940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4292648908527139940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4292648908527139940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4292648908527139940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/junies-birthday.html' title='Junie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7084808899175957277</id><published>2009-06-06T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:44:20.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To do list for the whole of next week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Go to General Hospital for medical check up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Sort out documents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. cut hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Buy my stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Go to gurney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Prepare everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Remember to buy biscuits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Help grandma in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Spend more time with family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Do math and read chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. No matter. I am still going to make the most out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: i love you. No one else has fit so perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7084808899175957277?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7084808899175957277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7084808899175957277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7084808899175957277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7084808899175957277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-do-list-for-whole-of-next-week-1.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4540064822381480011</id><published>2009-06-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:56:27.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying to get used to sleeping late and waking up early &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i go to KL, it'll be like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i changed some of my old habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -I shower with cold water every morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I sleep late and wake up early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, I decided to update my blog since I am not sleeping for the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am currently doing 4 things at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-chatting with my friends and cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- watching 'the other boelyn girl (not really paying attention to it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Updating my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- talking to fione on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, today was fun! I enjoyed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neway, toodles!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: I love you! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4540064822381480011?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4540064822381480011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4540064822381480011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4540064822381480011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4540064822381480011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/bla-bla.html' title='bla bla'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-252279672648300700</id><published>2009-06-03T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:39:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't fight this feeling anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't fight this feeling any longer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What started out as friendship, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I tell myself that I can't hold out forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say there is no reason for my fear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I feel so secure when we're together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You give my life direction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make everything so clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You're a candle in the window &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a cold, dark winter's night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't fight this feeling anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to bring this ship into the shore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And throw away the oars forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I have to crawl upon the floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come crashing through your door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been running round in circles in my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it always seems that I'm following you, girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 'Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a candle in the window on a cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; dark winter's night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've forgotten what I started fighting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's time to bring this ship into the shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And throw away the oars forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've forgotten what I started fighting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And if I have to crawl upon the floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come crashing through your door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this song!!! Remember it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 more days!!!! ahhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-252279672648300700?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/252279672648300700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=252279672648300700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/252279672648300700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/252279672648300700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-fight-this-feeling-anymore.html' title='Can&apos;t fight this feeling anymore'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5770894962821565753</id><published>2009-06-03T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:34:14.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i was looking through the registration forms for UITM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am finally going to LEAVE home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sniff* *sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always talked bout how desperate I am to leave home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now that i think about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DON'T WANNA LEAVE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUMMY!!! DADDY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'll scratch the floor as they drag me into the college.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope the i can come back as often as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a lot of PRAWNS BEHIND STONES (&lt;em&gt;udang di sebalik batu&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But this is your dream." says Erwyn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. It is indeed my dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.. 2.5 years isn't that bad right? ... I THINK..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, I am leaving on the 28th of June... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5770894962821565753?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5770894962821565753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5770894962821565753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5770894962821565753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5770894962821565753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-was-looking-through-registration.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1816856302609731156</id><published>2009-05-31T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:23:41.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i see you smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I see you smile- Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;How I'd ever make it through,&lt;br /&gt;Through this world without having you&lt;br /&gt;I just wouldn't have a clue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause sometimes it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like this world's closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way of breaking free&lt;br /&gt;And then I see you reach for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I wanna give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna &lt;strong&gt;give in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna &lt;strong&gt;quit the fight&lt;br /&gt;And then I see you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;And everything's all right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I see you smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can face the world&lt;/strong&gt;, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a ray of light&lt;/strong&gt;, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see it shining right through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;baby when I see you smile at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;In this world that could ever do&lt;br /&gt;What a touch of your hand can do&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing that I ever knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; when the rain is falling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't feel it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause you're here with me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;one look at you&lt;/strong&gt; baby&lt;br /&gt;Is all I'll ever need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is all I'll ever need...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I can face the world&lt;/strong&gt;, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a ray of light&lt;/strong&gt;, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see it shining right through the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you smile baby&lt;br /&gt;baby when I see you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wanna &lt;strong&gt;give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wanna &lt;strong&gt;quit the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;one look at you&lt;/strong&gt; baby&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;everything's all right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, everything's all right&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;I can face the world&lt;/strong&gt;, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I can do anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a ray of light&lt;/strong&gt;, oh&lt;br /&gt;I see it &lt;strong&gt;shining right through the rain&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can face the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ooh, &lt;strong&gt;you know i can do anything now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I see you smile, oh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby when I see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Smile at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: i love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1816856302609731156?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1816856302609731156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1816856302609731156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1816856302609731156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1816856302609731156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-see-you-smile.html' title='When i see you smile'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5909886100180640949</id><published>2009-05-31T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:08:31.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SiMfhvVjHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/it3bzZ8Xolw/s1600-h/01062009160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342148247494532146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SiMfhvVjHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/it3bzZ8Xolw/s320/01062009160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! my new watch!! =D. bought it last night. well someone reserved the pink version but this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one is equally nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm loving it more and more every second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, Viityaa got her letter from JPA.. Well she will be going to YINDIA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats girl!!! I am really happy for you!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that you will study REALLY hard... as you always do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be a good dentist arh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent the whole day with Erwyn yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched Night at the Museum 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a good movie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know that you like the Tuskegees, Erwyn.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was FUN la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why time FLIES when we're having fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and CRAWLS when we're not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well.. I hope to see you again.. soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: i loved the abc song in French... and i am currently addicted to IKO's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ToOdles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5909886100180640949?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5909886100180640949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5909886100180640949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5909886100180640949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5909886100180640949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SiMfhvVjHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/it3bzZ8Xolw/s72-c/01062009160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6817222246799573340</id><published>2009-05-28T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:38:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My birthday was like a week ago. well, Fione wanted me to post the picture of the present &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that she gave me,here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we went to have lunch at Nando's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that I went to Parkson to look for the diary/notebook that i liked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it wasn't there anymore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sighs but brushes off the feeling when i saw the Green Pan advertisment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got fascinated by the Green Pan ever since they advertised in on AFC (asian food channel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know that Parkson had it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, out of fascination I took one and flipped the pan to look at the price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets just say that I put the pan back on the shelve and walked off with a stunned look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. then i got fascinated by forks and spoons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even realise that i lost Fione and Viityaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They found me lingering around the crockery section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*fast forward* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you wanna know more about what happened in between... refer to the post made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the 21st of May.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we were choosing donuts in Big Apple and then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fione: Hey you got pad arh? I think my period came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa: No wor.. Are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fione: I think so. Coz i have stomach ache. I think my car got pad.. come give me my keys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa: *rummages through bag for keys* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fione: *grabs keys and runs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*continued choosing donuts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i was eating donuts with Viityaa... Fione came up behind me and handed me a box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a ribbon on top saying 'happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa: FIONE ARH!!! You didn't have to get me anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fione: JUST OPEN IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa: *opens the box and eyes sparkle like a little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fione arh.. awwwww!!! THANK YOU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she didn't only get me the small diary/notebook.. she got me the bigger version as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was a card and Penelope (a pony on crocs... Fione and I named it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is seriously one of the best friends that i'll ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No.. i didn't forget... Erwyn gave me something very personal on sunday.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sunday before my birthday... I'll treasure it for life. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those were the best birthday presents that I'll ever have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these presents and with those wishes from my friends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made my birthday a memorable one! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here is the picture: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341068147812772498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sh9JLqeIqpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Fqpov1eBh6I/s320/22052009102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;see penelope at the side?? ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341068152570554018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sh9JL8MepqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bmKhrSn47YU/s320/21052009093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the birthday card. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6817222246799573340?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6817222246799573340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6817222246799573340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6817222246799573340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6817222246799573340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-birthday-was-like-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Sh9JLqeIqpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Fqpov1eBh6I/s72-c/22052009102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4848184884559901671</id><published>2009-05-27T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:07:50.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is unpredictable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never know what you will get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, life doesn't go your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, these are the vicissitudes of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This doesn't mean that you have to give up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The right attitude is to NEVER GIVE UP... EVER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we must learn to NEVER RUN AWAY FROM PROBLEMS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running away from problems is like sweeping dust under a rug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon, they will accumulate and what do you have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-a mountain of dust under your rug waiting to be cleaned up-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(a whole load of problems there, waiting to be solved)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let problems or downs get to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone has their ups and their downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone has their fair share of good days and bad days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no such thing as 'I only experience perfect days!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is pure crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most important thing is we must learn how to turn our downs into ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is not easy. but you have to try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about it, is it worth it to let your whole day be ruined because of one 'down' that happened in the morning? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No it is not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;easier said than done. yeah. tell me about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still.. you have to TRY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because being depressed for the whole day isn't going to work for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, accept your mistakes and take them as lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what if you made a mistake? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are still human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not flawless. Mistakes are inevitable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take failure as motivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will give you the push you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't dwell on the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is gone, is gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is done, is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how much you want to revive the past.. you can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how much we yearn to go back in time to undo the past... we can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. i know that it is hard to learn through our mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no easy way. we learn most of the things through the HARD way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that way, we can learn them better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember the time when we were just kids and we were learning to ride our bicycles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to FALL to learn how to ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes, these minor drawbacks are there to help us to become better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always look at the bright side of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;throw away the negatives and embrace the positives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make the best out of what you have left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you have nothing left...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make the best out of nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, don't give up whenever you face these kind of problems! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just wear a smile and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try to be positive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it may seem hard at first but keep trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember, problems are not here to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4848184884559901671?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4848184884559901671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4848184884559901671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4848184884559901671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4848184884559901671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-world.html' title='welcome to the world'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8328921505406181103</id><published>2009-05-24T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:22:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED TIRED TIRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been vacuum-ing the place for like 2 days straight.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I AM FINALLY DONE with it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did it all alone yesterday... but it was my own room.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today my parents helped me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, after i vacuum-ed for awhile.. my neck started to cramp up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You are seriously USELESS&lt;/em&gt;" said mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she gave me *the look* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after these two days.. I told myself that I would not buy a double storey house in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DO NOT HAVE THE ENERGY TO CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no, I don't want ANY maids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, I'm sooo tired lar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I was listening to songs by Kris Allen while I was vacuuming the place up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heartless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't No Sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiss A Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Boundaries &lt;em&gt;(I love this song)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I was listening to other songs too lar... namely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am your angel- R.Kelly ft Celine Dion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If- Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But then, the beautiful melody of those songs were drowned by the noise made by the vacuum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter. I can always listen to them again =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8328921505406181103?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8328921505406181103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8328921505406181103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8328921505406181103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8328921505406181103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-tired-tired.html' title='TIRED TIRED TIRED'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1825519518289496783</id><published>2009-05-23T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:06:05.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am your angel- Celine Dion ft. R. Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Celine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No mountains too high for you to climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you have to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; is have some climbing faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No river is too wide for you to make it across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you have to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; is believe it when you pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(R Kelly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you will see the morning will come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyday will be bright as the sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; All of your fears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cast them on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want you to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(C&amp;amp;R chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hear your voices when you call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am your Angel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when all hope is gone I'm here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how far you are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am your Angel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm your Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(R Kelly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw your tear drops and I heard you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you need is time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; seek me and you shall find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have everything and your still lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It don't have to be this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me show you a better day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Celine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you will see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the morning will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of your days will be bright as the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So all of your fears just cast them on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I make you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when it's time to face the storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be right by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace will keep us safe and warm and I know we will survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when it seems as if your end is drawing near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you dare give up the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just put your trust beyond the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the song that Jia Pey, Fione, Cheryl and I wanted to sing for this quartet competition... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we ended up singing something else.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if i am not wrong, Jinq Mey ended up replacing Cheryl... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i forgot the reason adee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway.. we ended up singing "at the beginning- anastasia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun for all of us lar =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never forget those moments backstage.. where we were "thinking" of doing 'i feel good'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (but we didn't lar coz we're afraid of making fools out of ourselves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Tho we didn't win.. it was DAMN fun!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss those good ol'days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and those visits to Red Box!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh oh..i gotta get back to vacuuming the house!! teehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1825519518289496783?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1825519518289496783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1825519518289496783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1825519518289496783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1825519518289496783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/memories.html' title='memories =)'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2145821204248468710</id><published>2009-05-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:35:22.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viityaa, Fione and I spent the day in Gurney yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before that... Viityaa told me that she couldn't come.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when Fione came to fetch me from school... Lo and behold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who do I see sitting on the front seat... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None other than.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viityaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a little surprised as I thought that Fione had aural test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How can she fetch Viityaa if she had aural test? And isn't her aural test like next week??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh well, maybe Viityaa decided to meet Fione somewhere.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*that was '&lt;em&gt;monolog dalaman'*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got into the car and well... we headed for Gurney..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had lunch at Nando's.. it was delicious. mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338453105230004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShX-0JtQwII/AAAAAAAAAEo/hf0Bb8wJrgQ/s320/210520090851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fione and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338453104965842338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShX-0IuR9aI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gZdnQSp0Ht4/s320/21052009084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viityaa and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a scrumptious lunch.. We went to the arcade ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played Daytona, air hockey ( &lt;em&gt;I won Fione&lt;/em&gt;) and drums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My arms and shoulders were aching after that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then came the suggestion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How about we go eat big apple before going to MPH?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( &lt;em&gt;i forgot who said that&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway... Viityaa bought six donuts for her family.. (&lt;em&gt;how sweet of her&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338455062618408994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShYAmFjBiCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-MhyBBBp5ow/s320/21052009087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338455072860657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShYAmrs91-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/N3BaNWKbLB8/s320/21052009088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks yummy eh... haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a good day for me.. One of my best days..!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Fione and Viityaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll Remember the both of you ALWAYS!!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*loves* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2145821204248468710?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2145821204248468710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2145821204248468710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2145821204248468710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2145821204248468710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShX-0JtQwII/AAAAAAAAAEo/hf0Bb8wJrgQ/s72-c/210520090851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1264839981194551810</id><published>2009-05-21T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:15:24.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShX6aYNd-mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zxsJLGuWyhw/s1600-h/kris+allen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338448264400075362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShX6aYNd-mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zxsJLGuWyhw/s320/kris+allen+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Idol 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you have a WINNER!!! Kris Allen!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, he sang well during the finals... I have to say that he is a unique singer.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me, both of them have their strengths and weeknesses... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I expected Kris to win because he has a LOT of supporters... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, Adam did well too.. as always... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both men were fantastic yesterday.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved the finale... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad i could only watch it once!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unlike FIONE.... Who watched it THREE times!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1264839981194551810?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1264839981194551810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1264839981194551810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1264839981194551810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1264839981194551810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-finale.html' title='American Idol Finale'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShX6aYNd-mI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zxsJLGuWyhw/s72-c/kris+allen+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6266371914231081843</id><published>2009-05-20T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:48:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will be the next American Idol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShP6m0K2pTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LA0c0_6h9TI/s1600-h/adam+lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885528110310706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShP6m0K2pTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LA0c0_6h9TI/s320/adam+lambert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShP11gmQyPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IUk2dpJMr7Q/s1600-h/kris+allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShP11Og2EWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N3nx2Ars7Zs/s1600-h/kris-allen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337880278141899106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShP11Og2EWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N3nx2Ars7Zs/s320/kris-allen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kris Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is down to Kris and Adam... Who will be the next American Idol? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, their performance was good tonight.. Adam awed me.. as usual ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kris was equally good.. so it is a tough competition.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sad part is that I cannot watch the finals tomorrow morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for those of you who don't know when and what time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is 7.00 a.m, tomorrow, star world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh!! I'm sooo excited!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet I'll be up at 6 ALL EXCITED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: i Looooove it when Adam hits the high notes!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6266371914231081843?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6266371914231081843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6266371914231081843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6266371914231081843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6266371914231081843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-will-be-next-american-idol.html' title='Who will be the next American Idol?'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShP6m0K2pTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LA0c0_6h9TI/s72-c/adam+lambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2231740723553016425</id><published>2009-05-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:25:13.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton and The Mystery of the Missing Tennis Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today at approximately 11 a.m, I picked up my house phone and dialled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permata Sports Complex's number. Well, Viityaa wanted to play badminton, so i booked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 court from 3.00-5.00. I had to fetch her, so i decided to leave early. I don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happened... i sorta.. kinda.. got lost in Farlim. In her apartment grounds. WOW! @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I was waiting at the guard house. but she wasn't there... so i called her. she told me that was waiting at the other end. I entered the grounds and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went round and round... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still no Viityaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, I decided to go back to the guard house that I was waiting at... to stop and call her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whaddya know? she was happily standing there in a red top and blue shorts!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like "VIITYAAAAAA!!!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smacks forehead* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She lenggang-ed her way to my car... correction.. my GRANDPA's car.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i sped to Permata coz we were late.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, when we reached.. there were a lot of people playing badminton!! my gosh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wah today arh you sia sui lo if you don't play properly",&lt;/em&gt; said a voice in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, we played on our own. Then one of the coaches asked me whether I could play with the little girl..who happens to be HALF my size but TWICE the player..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The badminton game ended at 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i reached home, Fione sms-ed me and asked me to change the booking for the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tennis court from 5.00-6.00 to 6.00-7.00. She arrived at my grandparents' place soon after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started playing and I SUCKED BIG TIME!! I ter-hit one ball into the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIGANTIC longkang beside the court. Haha. Before that, Fione hit one of the balls out to the grassy area.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For 8-10 minutes we continued playing as we had one more ball.. one more miserable ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i went out to look for the other ball, i found that it wasn't there anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was surprising as Fione and I watched the ball land on the grass!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was kinda impossible for someone to pick it up because we were there and we would have seen him/her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fione started saying &lt;em&gt;"Yer, why so spooky one?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I did was shrug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went round and round looking for the ball but it was not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wooooooo* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As at 6.59.p.m on 19.05.2009, Fione officially lost all her tennis balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two balls succumbed to the currents in the HUGE longkang... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as for the other one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it mysteriously vanished into thin air &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: at least we didn't step on cow dung like we did two weeks ago =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2231740723553016425?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2231740723553016425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2231740723553016425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2231740723553016425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2231740723553016425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/badminton-and-mystery-of-missing-tennis.html' title='Badminton and The Mystery of the Missing Tennis Ball'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7978705569373891059</id><published>2009-05-18T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:27:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those darn funny moments with MOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShImJSbt-nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G4HO1VLq0_E/s1600-h/18052009052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370449396234866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShImJSbt-nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G4HO1VLq0_E/s320/18052009052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fione and I eating DURIANN!!!! my gosh... the aroma of durian filled the house!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShIlnovmXAI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uwmn9LglkLI/s1600-h/18052009053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337369871269649410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShIlnovmXAI/AAAAAAAAADw/Uwmn9LglkLI/s320/18052009053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the SILLY things that we did when we were eating DURIAN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: my hands still smell of durian!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShIlnW-2OCI/AAAAAAAAADo/qt2977BxZjE/s1600-h/19042009015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337369866501765154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShIlnW-2OCI/AAAAAAAAADo/qt2977BxZjE/s320/19042009015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't it look like her lips? MUTATED MOK! Double 'M'.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*don't worry... it is just bahulu!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7978705569373891059?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7978705569373891059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7978705569373891059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7978705569373891059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7978705569373891059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-darn-funny-moments-with-mok.html' title='those darn funny moments with MOK'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/ShImJSbt-nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G4HO1VLq0_E/s72-c/18052009052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6623416733843067755</id><published>2009-05-16T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:32:18.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain White T's- 1,2,3,4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1 2, 1 2 3 4-&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin' than I've ever had,&lt;br /&gt;Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Barely gettin' mad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you; I love bein' around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You make it easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; it's easy as 1,2- 1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do-(I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Give me more lovin' from the very start,&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;Tell things you never even tell your closest friends-&lt;br /&gt;Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Best that I've had,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love bein' around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You make it easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's easy as 1,2- 1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do- (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You make it easy, it's easy as 1,2- 1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do- (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6623416733843067755?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6623416733843067755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6623416733843067755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6623416733843067755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6623416733843067755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/plain-white-ts-1234.html' title='Plain White T&apos;s- 1,2,3,4'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-23769611912293381</id><published>2009-05-09T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:13:03.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet you're one step closer to realising your dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that you will do wonders while you're there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although i may miss you but i want the best for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you brought meaning to my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know that you will keep on doing that in your profession &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be here when you need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am just a call or message away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like you always say... go out there and show 'em the tiger in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are awesome!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) even if i am not there... i'll be luan-ning you from afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a mosquito in your ear!! lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you changed my life and i appreciate you doing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: i have been listening to that song over and over again!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-23769611912293381?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/23769611912293381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=23769611912293381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/23769611912293381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/23769611912293381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-3013985289217628920</id><published>2009-04-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:44:47.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;...How long has it been? ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MORE THAN A MONTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Considering the amount of hours I spend on the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;each day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am surprised that I never thought of updating my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The previous post was about SPM results... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am thankful that the ordeal is finally over but i know that there are more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've just watched 'The Biggest Loser' about a couple of hours ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm telling you that that show is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;very inspiring&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The trainers (Bob, Kim and Jillian) are so dedicated to their teams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They push them so hard that the contestants not only lose weight but they also learn how to appreciate themselves for who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The contestants turn their negative thoughts about their weight into positive ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They learnt how to be strong, both physically and mentally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One thing I found extremely attractive was the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GOAL&lt;/span&gt; shirts that they were given. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On each and every shirt, there will be a goal imprinted on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That is a good way of motivating people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really like this saying on a guy's shirt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"to become half the man and twice the man"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or this on a woman's shirt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"to finish what you've started, for once"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These simple sayings will drive anyone to strive for the best!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I've definitely seen them work out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They need a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; LOT&lt;/span&gt; of preserverance... and I take my hat off to them for that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my life is pretty enjoyable now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hard part isn't here yet... may i repeat.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, I'll be enjoying it for the moment.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been watching a lot of movies these days... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Shinjuku Incident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. He's just not that into you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Marley and Me (twice...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. 12 Rounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Coming Soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Paul Blart: Mall Cop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!! I can't recall all the movies that I've watched .. but this is MOST of it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;signing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yours truly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Me*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-3013985289217628920?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3013985289217628920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=3013985289217628920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3013985289217628920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3013985289217628920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-these-days.html' title='Life These Days'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7164000947414490690</id><published>2009-03-06T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:48:17.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>well, i haven't been updating my blog for a while now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much to say but i can't seem to "wordify" my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that even a word? ... never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, SPM RESULTS are COMING OUT SOON!!! March 12, to be exact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness.. the anxiety, the nervousness, the horror!!!!! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. lets not think about the results for now... i repeat.. for now... or the next few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... Jia Pey.. if you're reading this, i want to play badminton!!!! For some reason, i am like addicted to badminton... maybe after badminton we can go play ping pong.. or swim? haha!  don't worry... i won't take you to the deep end! i won't go there myself.. coz there is no lifeguard... i think.. if got then i don't mind going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton! Badminton! Badminton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh... i am dying to watch so many movies... here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie List for March 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Marley and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Seven Pounds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. The Reader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Valkyrie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Love Matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7164000947414490690?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7164000947414490690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7164000947414490690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7164000947414490690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7164000947414490690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8947322845681026944</id><published>2009-02-07T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:32:21.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the definition of love - Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Love is of a birth as rare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As 'tis for object strange and high:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was begotten by despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Upon Impossibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Magnanimous Despair alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Could show me so divine a thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where feeble Hope could ne'r have flown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But vainly flapt its Tinsel Wing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yet I quickly might arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where my extended Soul is fixt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But Fate does Iron wedges drive,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And alwaies crouds it self betwixt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For Fate with jealous Eye does see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Their union would her ruine be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And her Tyrannick pow'r depose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And therefore her Decrees of Steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Us as the distant Poles have plac'd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Though Loves whole World on us doth wheel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not by themselves to be embrac'd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless the giddy Heaven fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And Earth some new Convulsion tear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And, us to joyn, the World should all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be cramp'd into a &lt;em&gt;Planisphere.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As Lines so Loves &lt;em&gt;oblique&lt;/em&gt; may well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Themselves in every Angle greet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But ours so truly &lt;em&gt;Paralel&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Though infinite can never meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Therefore the Love which us doth bind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But Fate so envious debarrs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is the conjunction of the Mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Opposition of the Stars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8947322845681026944?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8947322845681026944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8947322845681026944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8947322845681026944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8947322845681026944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/definition-of-love-andrew-marvell-1621.html' title='the definition of love - Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4969664378874019730</id><published>2009-01-30T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:10:26.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shadows of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i always thought that not talking to you will make everything alright.. apparently i was wrong.. dead wrong... there is nothing i can do anymore... it haunts me.. when i get up in the middle of the night, i think of all those times.. don't ask me why. because that is the question that has no answer. i know you moved on. and everything seems right but on my side it is not. i have nothing else to say. i tried convincing myself that there is no point but it is not enough. can't you see? it is not so easy to forget someone who changed your life. you taught me how to be more rational. i know that there is no point now... but i can't help it.. i put on a poker face everytime people talk about it... saying that 'we don't like each other anymore'... i never wanted anything from you .. not even a relationship. i'm writing this because i cannot take it anymore. i am just going to let it be..time will decide.hopefully after a while everything will be alright.. "love is not a victory march.. it is a cold and broken hallelujah- hallelujah by rufus wainwright"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4969664378874019730?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4969664378874019730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4969664378874019730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4969664378874019730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4969664378874019730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-always-thought-that-not-talking-to.html' title='shadows of the past'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5116370666388499927</id><published>2009-01-30T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:46:23.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh god...</title><content type='html'>you used to call me your angel,&lt;br /&gt;said I was sent straight down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;you'd hold me close in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you felt so strong&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay here holding me&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile and I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;and even though it's different now&lt;br /&gt;you're still here somehow&lt;br /&gt; my heart won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;and I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;you used to call me your dreamer&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm living out my dream&lt;br /&gt;oh, how I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;everything that's happening for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking back on the past&lt;br /&gt;it's true that time is flying by too fast&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile and I still shed a tear every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;and even though it's different now&lt;br /&gt;you're still here somehow my heart won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;and I need you to knowI miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I know your in a better place,&lt;br /&gt;yeahbut I wish that I could see your face,&lt;br /&gt;ohI know that your'e where you need to be&lt;br /&gt;even though it's not here with me&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;and I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;and even though it's different now&lt;br /&gt;you're still here somehow my heart won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;and I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile and I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;and even though it's different now&lt;br /&gt;you're still here somehow my heart won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;and I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5116370666388499927?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5116370666388499927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5116370666388499927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5116370666388499927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5116370666388499927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-god.html' title='oh god...'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5423119385010369448</id><published>2008-12-27T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:38:28.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the time has come. it is too late to turn back now. far far too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5423119385010369448?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5423119385010369448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=5423119385010369448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5423119385010369448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/5423119385010369448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6394888033563980587</id><published>2008-12-27T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:22:40.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings.</title><content type='html'>this is not i planned,&lt;br /&gt;confusion consumed me,&lt;br /&gt;blurred my vision so that i couldn't see,&lt;br /&gt;that sooner or later, i'm damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is unfair,&lt;br /&gt;but that is life,&lt;br /&gt;with happiness or despair,&lt;br /&gt;we part without even saying proper goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, we'll be meeting different people,&lt;br /&gt;but will i forget you? will it happen?&lt;br /&gt;i tried but last night it failed terribly,&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice but to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say that running away is not a solution,&lt;br /&gt;but it helps me forget the one who hurt me so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;the scar that is imprinted on my heart like a tatoo,&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day, it cuts me deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;the wound gets bigger and bigger,&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, the soul dissipates bit by bit,&lt;br /&gt;until the empty body is left to wilt like a rose by the window,&lt;br /&gt;waiting, waiting, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;for who it does not know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart wilts along with the rose,&lt;br /&gt;as the days go by,&lt;br /&gt;it sheds petals by petals,&lt;br /&gt;until none is left,&lt;br /&gt;you know that revival is futile,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;it is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6394888033563980587?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6394888033563980587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6394888033563980587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6394888033563980587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6394888033563980587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/feelings.html' title='feelings.'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-3938767412188670705</id><published>2008-12-20T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:51:43.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My immortal -Evanescence</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-3938767412188670705?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3938767412188670705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=3938767412188670705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3938767412188670705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3938767412188670705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-immortal-evanescence.html' title='My immortal -Evanescence'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2245658403337694766</id><published>2008-12-20T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:21:24.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most-Rascal Flatts</title><content type='html'>I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Was being so close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And watching you walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I know if I could do it over I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is what I was trying to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not seeing that loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That’s what I was trying to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2245658403337694766?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2245658403337694766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2245658403337694766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2245658403337694766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2245658403337694766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hurts-most-rascal-flatts.html' title='What hurts the most-Rascal Flatts'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2848549465770241216</id><published>2008-12-17T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:42:48.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the two words that sound so freakingly scary to everyone.. well... to me at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like there is a forked road in front of me and i don't know which one to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; that will &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;change my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the start of something new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;is it the safe path or the one less travelled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldn't know unless i have the courage to choose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know that "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;easy won't be part of the equation".. and it will be a bumpy road ahead of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;obstacles are a definite.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usually...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there is no turning back&lt;/span&gt;.... the point of no return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad said that is entirely up to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what if i screw it up? what if i can't make it? what if i waste money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my life i have been waiting for the moment where i can make my own decisions... but now my parents are actually allowing me to make them... i don't know what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now...i rather them make the decision for me..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i know that eventually i have to make my own decisions... i have to learn.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad: you will learn through your mistakes.. you have to.... but to do that.. you have to make your own mistakes. then only you can learn from them.. don't let us make those mistakes for you .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we can't protect you forever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what would my decision be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the million dollar question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well... i'll have to make it no matter what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if you risk nothing, you risk everything" -Geena Davis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2848549465770241216?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8052037402053914946</id><published>2008-12-15T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:26:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-emo day-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Problems! Problems and Problems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. broken dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. unemployment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. backstabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. gossips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;7. losses.. (people or even belongings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. unrequited love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9. broken hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. i can't think of anymore right now but there are more that you can think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"once  a failure.. always a failure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" if you ain't first.. you're last" - talladega nights: the ballad of ricky bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;you told me otherwise. you told me to believe in myself. that i must have faith in myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;you were the one who said have confidence. and it is not about winning or losing. it is about giving my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;you were the one who took the trouble to calm me down everytime i'm nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you were there when i needed you. it is because of you i became more confident.( or at least more confident than before). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it is because of you, i learnt to think of the future and the consequences that it has upon us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you made me a more rational person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you showed me good examples by being a perfect role model. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it is because of people like you i have discovered that happiness does not rest in one thing... instead it must be sought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you showed me how important focus is on whatever i'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;you somehow made me feel alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the most important thing of all... you showed me that all problems have their own particular solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;. you are a good buddy. buddy, i wanna thank you just for being there and you will always be my buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"some friends cannot be replaced..."-eragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"buddy, you are absolutely irreplacable"- vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8052037402053914946?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8052037402053914946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8052037402053914946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8052037402053914946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8052037402053914946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/emo-day.html' title='-emo day-'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6673941584403303776</id><published>2008-12-14T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:26:44.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>If I were a boy, even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys, and chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted and I'd never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause they stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy, I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken so they think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first and make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful, waiting for me to come home&lt;br /&gt;To come home&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand,&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake, think I'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand (yea, you don't understand, oh!)&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Because you've taken her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if and only if..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6673941584403303776?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6673941584403303776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6673941584403303776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6673941584403303776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6673941584403303776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a boy'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6065198993850993687</id><published>2008-09-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:07:52.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i can't believe this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;no focus. no attention paid. nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i mean why me? why now? at this crucial moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the last lap is definitely the most important thing ever, for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yeah, you guessed it. SPM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no, i am not writing today to vent my stress that i am experiencing because of SPM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;it is not that i never tried to study but everytime i try, i think of you. yeah. i admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i am still not over it yet. you think its that easy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well, maybe for you but for me it is like ripping my heart out of my chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;until today, i am still wondering why you did that.  i just want to know. few months have passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everytime i see you, i still have butterflies in my stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;everytime you talk to me i feel my heart in my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;now i am lost. i seriously don't know what to do anymore. &lt;strong&gt;ANYMORE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; cannot help it. i am sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;maybe my own hallucinations got me here to this point of confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i just want to know the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well, maybe this is the truth. i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is really starting to get to me. i can't deal with this now. i have trials in another two weeks. i'll be damned if i don't do well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;you're not affected i see. well, it is good for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;all i need now is someone who can tell me what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;is this as crazy as it think it is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when other people mention &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;your name&lt;/span&gt;, i feel sad. i don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i mean we were not together but.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it is not other people who made me happy.. it was you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and i am glad that you still do. your jokes and your laugh. they make me feel warm on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so, here i am venting out my feelings. not because of spm. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i feel that maybe i should just be invisible and maybe it won't hurt so much anymore. yeah. maybe. just maybe. god please help me! i really need this. please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least let me study or concentrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;0-damages-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6065198993850993687?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6065198993850993687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6065198993850993687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6065198993850993687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6065198993850993687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/09/vents.html' title='vents.'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8593834123161662251</id><published>2008-08-24T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:02:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work work and more work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i love leona lewis's songs.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;one of them is better in time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; man it rocks! it is meaningful.... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so many things to do so little time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i think i am going to do it one at a time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;DUH!!!! you're not superwoman!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;task 1) add math project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;task 2) homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;task 3) more work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i better go already!!! chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8593834123161662251?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8593834123161662251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8593834123161662251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8593834123161662251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8593834123161662251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-work-and-more-work.html' title='work work and more work'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-3556037140720700207</id><published>2008-08-17T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:47:17.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;actually... being EMO is not fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;come on... i have to cheer up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*yeah come on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i just have to accept the fact..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;right... from now on... a new me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;a new style... a new way of living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;no more crappy messed up me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*yeah right. that is going to take forever*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"hey at least i am trying. give me credit for trying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;a good friend told me to try living differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and that it is worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i am up to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;bring it on!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;come on... i'll make sure i won't fail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;nike: JUST DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-3556037140720700207?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3556037140720700207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=3556037140720700207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3556037140720700207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/3556037140720700207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2993233608128674496</id><published>2008-08-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:45:01.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dunno what came over me... haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dunno... i wanna jump and fly.... feel free... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*guess that is not going to happen. jumping maybe but not flying* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dunno whether to be emo or to be...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i got nothing.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;watched romeo and juliet the other day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;so nice... and touching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*EMO*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"well, hey, i can't help it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*EMO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"what??!!?!? is there a problem being EMO?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*yes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"well, i don't really think so... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*haha...EMO....* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"whatever" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ok that is just weird... anyway it is a nice show....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;William Shakespeare is a genius....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*girl, he is dead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"i said that he was a GENIUS. did i say anything else?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*throws rotten eggs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Hah! you missed. bad throw."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ok back to the topic on romeo and juliet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i love the quotes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*yea yea... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"SHUT UP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*i am having fun*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"shut up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*fine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;.........(silence)........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;thank you ... now, here are some of the quotes from the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,That I shall say good night till it be morrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,And vice sometime's by action dignified."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy . . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"For never was a story of more woeThan this of Juliet and her Romeo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;sweet ain't it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i love them.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*EMO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"i remember asking you to shut up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*did you honestly think that i would?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;" ARGH!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2993233608128674496?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2993233608128674496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2993233608128674496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2993233608128674496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2993233608128674496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/emo-ing.html' title='emo-ing'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-342507486697656308</id><published>2008-08-06T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:45:15.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING DAWN!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;guess what??? i finished BREAKING DAWN!!!! haha... actually finished it yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the book is so amazing.... EDWARD!!!! oh.. renesmee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ahhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha... when my teacher said that got 2 extra copies of the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i went cuckoo.. ahha... coz i didn't being money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so, i lent RM15 from kimmie... haha... i paid the rest myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the money was for something else actually)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i couldn't help it!!! it's so precious..!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it is like my baby ... haha.. like how renesmee is to bella... haih!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the craze is back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyway, i did both the pancakes and the macaroni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;well... i added my very own touch to the macaroni... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha..... you wouldn't guess what i did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a little bizarre but it worked... it wasn't that bad.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was actually ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(slaps self for bragging)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haha... the pancakes were not bad.. just that without the syrup ... it didn't feel right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-342507486697656308?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/342507486697656308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=342507486697656308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/342507486697656308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/342507486697656308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='BREAKING DAWN!!!!!!!'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6682658571183653781</id><published>2008-08-03T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:29:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i just got the new timetable for school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;wow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i am speechless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;there is only one word that can explain my feelings now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;SPM! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyway, mi mancherai is soothing my nerves now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;my freaking shoulder hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i experienced something so heartbreaking yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i was in borders walking over to the information counter and said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"excuse me, can i still order breaking dawn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"is it by stephenie meyer?" she asked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(fingers typing the author's name and the title furiously on the keyboard)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;she hmmm-ed... and looked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;with high hopes and on the verge of biting my fingernails... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;my eyes gleaming with hope and faith.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;it all crashed down when she muttered those words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;i am sorry. we're out of stock. there are more on the way but not this round. sorry" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was like the world behind me cracked into a million pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i don't want it the next round... i wanna read it on monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was like going crazy but i kept calm and smiled at the lady...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"how can i know when the new stock is arriving?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(takes a card from the side and giving it to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"you can always call up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i walked out with crushed dreams .. but with hopes that the book will arrive within this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sorry for being so dramatic ... but it is a very NICE saga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;the juciest i have read so far...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;loved twilight, new moon and eclipse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i am sure i will love breaking dawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;shall i say it again ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i love it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;actually i like edward cullen!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;he is so romantic... edward... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(slaps myself and say "he is a fictional character. Get a grip")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDWARD CULLEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyway, i have decided to make mac and cheese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so guys get ready... if it is sucky... i apologise first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha! no promises but i will try my utter best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(now playing broken vow-josh groban)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;nice song... might wanna try listening to it if you haven't... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6682658571183653781?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6682658571183653781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6682658571183653781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6682658571183653781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6682658571183653781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha.html' title='haha!'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6398809795846638816</id><published>2008-08-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:53:09.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Food and more FOod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just watched dracula dead and loving it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;before that watched the wade robson project..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;man his body is.....wow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, 2nd test is finally over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;three days of pure suffering and agony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it is just three days.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trials is just a month away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jia pey made mango ice cream and brought it to school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;damn, it is GOOOOOODDDD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so creamy, so milky so mangooo-ey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thank you jia pey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;now i guess it is my turn to make something and bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;later cannot eat one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;muahhaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lets see...what is there...? mac and cheese? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pancakes? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;guess i have to go look for more recipes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6398809795846638816?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6398809795846638816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6398809795846638816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6398809795846638816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6398809795846638816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-food-and-more-food.html' title='Food Food and more FOod'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8393043999333118060</id><published>2008-07-18T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:29:15.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving the past behind</title><content type='html'>take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout a round of applause?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Standin ovation&lt;br /&gt;Ohwoah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;You look so dumb right now&lt;br /&gt;Standin' outside my house&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to apologize&lt;br /&gt;You're so ugly when you cry&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Just cut it out&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you're sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not,&lt;br /&gt;And baby when I know,&lt;br /&gt;You're only sorry you got caught&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show.&lt;br /&gt;Really had me goin'&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Curtain's finally closin'.&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show.&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin'.&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;Grab your clothes and get gone.&lt;br /&gt;You better hurry up,&lt;br /&gt;Before the sprinklers come on.&lt;br /&gt;Talkin 'bout,&lt;br /&gt;'Girl I love you, you're the one.'&lt;br /&gt;This just looks like a rerun.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;What else is on?&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell me you're sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not.&lt;br /&gt;Baby when I know,&lt;br /&gt;You're only sorry you got caught.&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show.&lt;br /&gt;Really had me goin'&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Curtain's finally closin'.&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show.&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin'.&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;And the award for the best lie goes to you!&lt;br /&gt;For makin' me believe&lt;br /&gt;That you could be faithful to me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear your speech.&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout a round of applause?&lt;br /&gt;Standin' ovation&lt;br /&gt;But you put on quite a show.&lt;br /&gt;Really had me goin'&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Curtain's finally closin'.&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show.&lt;br /&gt;Very entertainin'.&lt;br /&gt;But it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8393043999333118060?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8393043999333118060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8393043999333118060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8393043999333118060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8393043999333118060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-past-behind_18.html' title='leaving the past behind'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8029938890375967559</id><published>2008-07-18T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:24:50.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving the past behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8029938890375967559?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8029938890375967559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8029938890375967559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8029938890375967559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8029938890375967559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-past-behind.html' title='leaving the past behind'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4260777018763535929</id><published>2008-07-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:44:56.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><title type='text'>the wrongs of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;with me there is always something wrong:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) messaging the wrong person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) taking the wrong books to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) bringing wrong tuition file to tuition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) taking the wrong medicine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) doing the wrong things at the wrong time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) eating the wrong things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know...i never was like that... i wonder why i am .... this sucks... i mean i am in a mess.... what the hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now....this is wrong too!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it me or is it me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4260777018763535929?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4260777018763535929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4260777018763535929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4260777018763535929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4260777018763535929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/07/wrongs-of-life.html' title='the wrongs of life'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7492767237242001930</id><published>2008-07-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:36:01.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAYS'/><title type='text'>irritations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some days are perfect, calm, relaxed while others are tensed, agitated and packed. some days are just boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i woke up this morning i thought to myself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, this is it, time to rock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when the time came,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't... had to wash car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ended up not doing anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it irritates me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what does?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how in the world would i know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was walking on the streets and *Bam* i stepped on something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;praying it is not shit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i looked at my toes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is shit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn that dog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i was playing badminton, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hit the racquet on my knee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it throbed for a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then my sister hit the shuttle a little too hard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hit me on my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to get her back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i ended up getting tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some days are bad but some are good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should just appreciate the good days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually there are many good days in a year!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it depends on us to set the mood of the day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if we smile when we wake up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tell ourselves that it will be a good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then a good day it will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if we wake up on the wrong side of bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't worry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is always the next day to make it right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7996262275266555191</id><published>2008-07-04T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:59:24.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>this picture is so nice... don't you think that they have chemistry together ... i can't wait for the moviee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SG5IFsuGP-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RF5LPua25nE/s1600-h/edward+and+bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219188280910036962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SG5IFsuGP-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RF5LPua25nE/s320/edward+and+bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SG5Ho4rH_GI/AAAAAAAAABc/qGe6XfaCums/s1600-h/edward+cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219187785902586978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SG5Ho4rH_GI/AAAAAAAAABc/qGe6XfaCums/s320/edward+cullen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg!!! Twilight!!! man, the book is a BOMB!! so i guess the movie will be a bomb too... haha&lt;/div&gt;that picture is edward cullen- robert pattinson... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7996262275266555191?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7996262275266555191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7996262275266555191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7996262275266555191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7996262275266555191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/07/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SG5IFsuGP-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RF5LPua25nE/s72-c/edward+and+bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1961437904992100648</id><published>2008-06-29T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:33:15.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting !!!</title><content type='html'>the road to your heart closed,&lt;br /&gt;the sun which once shone on that path went into hiding,&lt;br /&gt;the face which once made my heart beat,&lt;br /&gt;gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;so now i sit here,&lt;br /&gt;pondering on the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;solemn, stern,&lt;br /&gt;the expressions the feelings,&lt;br /&gt;my mind saundering into oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;little did i realise,&lt;br /&gt;my heart gave a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;pain blossomed with me,&lt;br /&gt;excruciating,&lt;br /&gt;like a stake driving itself through me,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps worse,&lt;br /&gt;when you call my name,&lt;br /&gt;i drift off into the pale blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;to me,&lt;br /&gt;sad or happy&lt;br /&gt;it is all the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1961437904992100648?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1961437904992100648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1961437904992100648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1961437904992100648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1961437904992100648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/06/ranting.html' title='Ranting !!!'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8364998100231705059</id><published>2008-06-22T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T05:44:47.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SF5D-hRGTZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7GjQJc4XBGI/s1600-h/47844.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214680159902649746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SF5D-hRGTZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7GjQJc4XBGI/s320/47844.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;messed up. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CRUSHED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;torn into a MILLION pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not to mention the fact that i feel like CRAP all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have been going insane, having mood swings and loads of things were rushing through my mind. mostly, i was thinking about this. how stupid was i to let this happen...? apparently i have lost my ability to reason when i lost this precious gift of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;when i looked at the gift my mind becomes serene no matter how angry am i. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when i am sad or down, all i have to do is talk to the gift and miraculously it gives me the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i haven't been thinking straight... the pain and agony beneath me is too hard and too painful to mention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nights have been hard for me. the day isn't any less painful. i just need an answer. i want to escape from the agony that i am in. to elude all pain and heartache that i am enduring. to get out of the mess that i put myself in. to reason with logic and to give all i can in what i do. for an angel to care for me the exact way that edward cared for bella in twilight. i need that angel now. the craziness in my mind is rejecting all sanity. i have never felt this way before. never indeed. everytime i lay my eyes on you, they never want to look at anything else. now it feels like i am a magic spell gone awry. my mind wants to shut you out forever but..there are reasons why my heart does not want to do so and that is why i am stuck in between. i try to forget.... but i guess.... i can't. let time be the judge of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bear in mind that i did not use any names!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8364998100231705059?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8364998100231705059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=8364998100231705059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8364998100231705059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/8364998100231705059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/06/gift.html' title='the gift'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SF5D-hRGTZI/AAAAAAAAABU/7GjQJc4XBGI/s72-c/47844.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6186744417132208366</id><published>2008-05-25T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T04:34:00.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David archuleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SDn9KAR5ClI/AAAAAAAAABM/jSHUI5PgJHY/s1600-h/david+archuleta+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204469192718879314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SDn9KAR5ClI/AAAAAAAAABM/jSHUI5PgJHY/s320/david+archuleta+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see how he connects with the song when he sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SDn8SwR5CkI/AAAAAAAAABE/NHytBwzRK0k/s1600-h/header00.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204468243531106882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SDn8SwR5CkI/AAAAAAAAABE/NHytBwzRK0k/s320/header00.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;david!!! omg i was so freaking sad that he didn't win.. but he is good. A very good &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ballad singer&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6186744417132208366?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6186744417132208366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6186744417132208366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6186744417132208366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6186744417132208366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-archuleta.html' title='David archuleta'/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SDn9KAR5ClI/AAAAAAAAABM/jSHUI5PgJHY/s72-c/david+archuleta+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7407538732343526406</id><published>2008-05-25T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:22:11.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just PLAIN stuff</title><content type='html'>i haven't been updating my blog for ages!!! i certainly can say since the 1900. haha! exaggerating much! well, life goes on no matter what. this year has been a tough year for me, at least. spm and stuff like that. just had teacher's day on friday. there is nothing much that i can say for now. can't think of anything to say! ooh! had choir exam today.. this afternoon and i was so nervous. afraid that i make mistakes and go off pitch. well, it is over now. then i have choral fest this weekend. busy for holiday! but it is fun being busy. at least i can refrain from being a couch potato. haha. so i'll leave it hanging here. will be back to update soon... i hope! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: here are pictures that we took in school ages ago but i am updating it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204304025456544290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/SDlm8AR5CiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rVlVYnnS-cE/s72-c/IMG_4022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7718772540882874760</id><published>2007-12-20T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:30:40.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i need is time. to do what i have to do. i can't stand it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7718772540882874760?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7718772540882874760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=7718772540882874760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7718772540882874760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7718772540882874760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-need-is-time.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1368201100720494220</id><published>2007-05-18T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:18:55.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Rk2LD8P-b3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8AqzhZw4uAI/s1600-h/angel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065858055690678130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/Rk2LD8P-b3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8AqzhZw4uAI/s320/angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't been updating my blog ever since ...i dunno. anyway, today is the second day of exam. sobs.sobs. still a long way to go. let's see what have i done today. nothing. nada. elek. i suddenly felt very stressed out when i came back and decided to take the day off. well, i released my stress through talking on the phone(my friend called me,of course), drawing and singing. i started doodling and found out the i could 'draw' my feelings out, so i did. somehow i did a black unicorn. funny huh? it looked distorted. blame my drawing skills of mine. haha. after drawing some hearts i decided to do something else. i updated some new pictures on my friendster profile and changed my shoutout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1368201100720494220?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1368201100720494220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1368201100720494220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-1493542056782048091</id><published>2007-04-23T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:46:14.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/RiyATLXStCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00FBUH0LETE/s1600-h/78435.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056557548586578978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/RiyATLXStCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00FBUH0LETE/s320/78435.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i left something somewhere a few nights ago. i forgot where i put it. i drew a picture of it yesterday but i gave it away. it doesn't mean anything to me but why am i feeling guilty of giving it away? i drew that picture so hard. today, had aerobics. sang along with chihuahua. what a boring life. then when we went back to class, i had to do some homework. that's all for school life. after school i rushed like a mad girl to the library. i was just told that got library duty. i am not myself these few days. i dunno why. my mind is going haywire. stress? maybe. i have no idea. i have no idea what have i been doing the past few days either. haha. when i go to school i feel happy because i have my friends to laugh with me. this morning, before aerobics, we talked about last night's pck. so funny. vj utt is cute. i dunno why i am saying this. ahaha. i sound crazy don't i. this is getting scary. no it isn't. anyway. gtg. got homework. bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/RiyATLXStCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00FBUH0LETE/s72-c/78435.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5272417988099383721</id><published>2007-04-19T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:56:26.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad* you can take it just don't break it.               waiting for the sky to drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5272417988099383721?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-6642390549400119288</id><published>2007-04-11T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:41:02.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y am i not feeling better? you know, because of recent events i have been feeling worse. i read something the other day and actually felt intimidated. to day is the third day of me being at home, sleeping. i can't get up neither can i study. geee.... i wonder if i still have a little of my brain cells left with me. life is so miserable being sick. ok. tomorrow i must get up, get out of bed and go to school. no matter how dizzy i am. i am not going to sleep at home for the whole day anymore... i have missed a lot and i wouldn't wanna miss some more. wish there is a way that can cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-6642390549400119288?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6642390549400119288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=6642390549400119288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6642390549400119288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/6642390549400119288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2007/04/y-am-i-not-feeling-better-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-4312955179463029353</id><published>2007-04-10T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T03:46:51.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what's up? i haven't been posting for a while now because i am busy doing homework and mostly cheerleading...hahah...sports day is over though... haih... got third for cheerleading... not bad...well, now i am sick. i had fever for four days and i have cough. sad huh? well, the only time when i laughed was when i called my friend and talked to her on the phone. we laughed about everything. but after that it was back to being miserable for me. sunday afternoon, i felt dizzy and had the urge to throw up. it was dead uncomfortable.... am still having it now.... everytime i wanted to throw up... nothing comes out... gee.. i never ever wanna get sick ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-4312955179463029353?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4312955179463029353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=4312955179463029353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4312955179463029353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/4312955179463029353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-whats-up-i-havent-been-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-2342416135071105621</id><published>2007-03-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:29:07.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haih..... life.... my posts are getting shorter and shorter ...what to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-8917761161670820265</id><published>2007-03-09T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:22:32.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haih.....today 10km hike tomorrow..... cycling expedition.... tired .... haih..i hope i come back safe and sound.... and i hope i come back in one piece&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-8917761161670820265?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8917761161670820265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7023519130281549521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/7023519130281549521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/2007/03/help.html' title=''/><author><name>About Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12072284348092003828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-5363698628320453848</id><published>2007-03-02T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:10:15.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what hurts the most.... by rascal flatts...(nice song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-5363698628320453848?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G4QKlhDkONg/TT2IZvdpHUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/9AZ3yVBjFtg/s220/Autumn%2BLeaves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36833396.post-7976531631594186964</id><published>2007-02-23T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:44:32.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love you i do. again another song from dreamgirls</title><content type='html'>never met a man quite like you&lt;br /&gt;doing all you can&lt;br /&gt;making my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;you strong and your smart&lt;br /&gt;you've taken my heart&lt;br /&gt;and ill give you the rest of me too&lt;br /&gt;your the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;i love you i do&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm i love ya&lt;br /&gt;never i have felt quite like this&lt;br /&gt;good about myself&lt;br /&gt;from our very first kiss&lt;br /&gt;im here when you call&lt;br /&gt;you've got it all&lt;br /&gt;and confidence like i never knew&lt;br /&gt;your the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;i love you i do&lt;br /&gt;youve got the charm&lt;br /&gt;you simply dissolve me everytime&lt;br /&gt;as long as you drive&lt;br /&gt;im along for the ride your way&lt;br /&gt;ive said it before&lt;br /&gt;there wont be a door thats closed to us&lt;br /&gt;im puttin all my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;cuz you you'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;i never couldve known this would be&lt;br /&gt;aaah you and you alone yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;all for me&lt;br /&gt;i know your the best you passed every test&lt;br /&gt;its almost too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;your the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;i love you i do&lt;br /&gt;your the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;i love you i do doooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-7976531631594186964?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gotta find my own&lt;br /&gt;You should have listened&lt;br /&gt;There is someone here inside&lt;br /&gt;Someone I thought had died so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Oh Im screaming out and my dream to be heard&lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside or burned&lt;br /&gt;Into your own all 'cause you won't listen&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I am alone at a crossroad&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home in my own home&lt;br /&gt;And I've tried and tried to say whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You should have know&lt;br /&gt;Oh now I'm done believing you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But now i've gotta find my own&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be moving on&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, If you won't&lt;br /&gt;Listen, to the song here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A melody I started&lt;br /&gt;But I will complete&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm done believing you&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice you think you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But bow I gotta find my own&lt;br /&gt;My ooown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-1756467312151694011?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1756467312151694011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=1756467312151694011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/1756467312151694011'/><link rel='self' 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that.....in my mind i already gave up from the moment it happened...... so i rather it not....yesterday was a sad day for me as m grandaunt passed away. she was the one who critisises me and push me to the limit. well..... haih....i guess its all for now lar....not really in the mood to post because of recent events......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36833396-2647910032353982642?l=immortalised-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortalised-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2647910032353982642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36833396&amp;postID=2647910032353982642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36833396/posts/default/2647910032353982642'/><link rel='self' 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