<?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-995048478500341173</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:37:10.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyLifE And YouRs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-5536946008997106531</id><published>2009-12-21T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:06:06.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been emo-ing for few days.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Probably YOU are the cause!&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/995048478500341173-5536946008997106531?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/5536946008997106531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-been-emo-ing-for-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5536946008997106531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5536946008997106531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-been-emo-ing-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6600252679836238300</id><published>2009-12-21T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:04:45.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship or FriendSHIT?</title><content type='html'>Friend is someone you find when you're in help and you leave them when you're done with what you need from them!&lt;br /&gt;Friend is someone you think they can solve problem for you!&lt;br /&gt;I guess that your definition of friend in your dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your problem solver neither do I need you to solve mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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FriendSHIT?'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4928254481082627572</id><published>2009-12-19T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:36:02.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>After so long I saw you again.&lt;br /&gt;You are so charming so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;But i can feel the ignorance and avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that freaking hate.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously got hurt by that.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&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/995048478500341173-4928254481082627572?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4928254481082627572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/12/ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4928254481082627572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4928254481082627572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/12/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7535317218129049797</id><published>2009-11-22T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:59:11.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first sem was over officially on 10/11/2009!&lt;br /&gt;I went for one week outing marathon after exam until 20/11/2009.&lt;br /&gt;I started to love the life in Monash.&lt;br /&gt;Things started to change and I got to know more friends now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer alone now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ian for bringing me into the group =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will become more hectic in the coming semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change with time and we learn to deal with different people.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8623548664481534828</id><published>2009-10-18T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:23:54.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctant</title><content type='html'>Im so reluctant to update the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Im so reluctant to go to class nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Im so reluctant to revision eventhough exam is 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I started to adapt to Monash lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that hard afterall when I really put some effort in it.&lt;br /&gt;I should have done my assignment better than what I deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : People deal with opportunity costs when they make decision. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8623548664481534828?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8623548664481534828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/10/reluctant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8623548664481534828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8623548664481534828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/10/reluctant.html' title='Reluctant'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-990970502964988203</id><published>2009-10-06T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T03:30:50.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-990970502964988203?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/990970502964988203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/990970502964988203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/990970502964988203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3464990386701783787</id><published>2009-09-14T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:53:30.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lost</title><content type='html'>I got to find back myself.&lt;br /&gt;These few days I kept on doing wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;My mind wasn't with me.&lt;br /&gt;What I thought and what I did were different.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;Totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;Emo for no bloody reason again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3464990386701783787?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3464990386701783787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3464990386701783787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3464990386701783787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-lost.html' title='I&apos;m lost'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8596216301460832605</id><published>2009-09-12T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T04:32:42.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first time I saw you since I last talked to you face to face.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was really weird.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk to you but I just couldn't think of anything to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted things to be normal back but ...&lt;br /&gt;I wished you could understand that kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;I wondered did you came back to visit us.&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/995048478500341173-8596216301460832605?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8596216301460832605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-first-time-i-saw-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8596216301460832605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8596216301460832605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-first-time-i-saw-you.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4389808699171966437</id><published>2009-09-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:22:33.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my hair cut today and it turned out awful!&lt;br /&gt;Out of so many people only 2 said that it was nice but I didn't know whether they were being sarcastic or not.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;It had already been cut, no way to turn it back. So, just accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not easy afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what are you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired over it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted&lt;br /&gt;I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4389808699171966437?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4389808699171966437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-my-hair-cut-today-and-it-turned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4389808699171966437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4389808699171966437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-my-hair-cut-today-and-it-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-781620190811461692</id><published>2009-09-08T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:13:34.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WRong wrong WRONG</title><content type='html'>I thought I was right.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised it wasn't that way.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I chose the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;A path that leads me nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Why must I walk all these paths before I reach my destination?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I just take one that leads me to success?&lt;br /&gt;I got no idea why these happened again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really exhausted. HELP!~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-781620190811461692?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/781620190811461692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-wrong-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/781620190811461692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/781620190811461692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-wrong-wrong.html' title='WRong wrong WRONG'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6690015357057141876</id><published>2009-08-31T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:06:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is going to be a good good night</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my bro had his 22th birthday party and I joined his friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was laughing and shouting all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously saluted those alcoholic drinker!&lt;br /&gt;There were about 10-15 of them they drank 7 cartons and 52 bottles of carlsberg and few bottles of Kampai.&lt;br /&gt;Of all, there are quite numbers of pretty girls around.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div 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night'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2433354458357233029</id><published>2009-08-25T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:29:23.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New journey</title><content type='html'>The ending of a journey indicates the starting of another.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting another one right now.&lt;br /&gt;^v^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2433354458357233029?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2433354458357233029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2433354458357233029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2433354458357233029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-journey.html' title='New journey'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-5358472726901550128</id><published>2009-08-25T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:23:28.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lappy~</title><content type='html'>Once again Dell had messaged me to inform me that they are delivering my ORDER to me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully is really the laptop this time.&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for it since last week when they actually sent me a the same message.&lt;br /&gt;They ended up gave me a big heart break because they only delivered the backpack to me.&lt;br /&gt;WTH right? Had been waited for and I got only the backpack. GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me disappointed again this time and if yes you gonna get from me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-5358472726901550128?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/5358472726901550128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/lappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5358472726901550128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5358472726901550128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/lappy.html' title='Lappy~'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6996758004282987051</id><published>2009-08-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:49:30.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSIGNMENT!</title><content type='html'>From last week onwards, it had been a hectic week for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is at least an assignment to hand up every week.&lt;br /&gt;One comes after another.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm struggling with my management assignment and I somehow have to put more effort on it because it carries 15% out of the 100%.&lt;br /&gt;This is not going to be easy job like what I did in foundation!&lt;br /&gt;Management is just like hell for me.&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6996758004282987051?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/6996758004282987051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/assignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6996758004282987051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6996758004282987051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/assignment.html' title='ASSIGNMENT!'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2886687614392990966</id><published>2009-08-07T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:05:53.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me Luck...~~</title><content type='html'>Guys, im having my volleyball competition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Try my very best to help the team =)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can capture some pictures to post it on my facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2886687614392990966?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6217980341978815422</id><published>2009-08-05T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:04:07.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post ~</title><content type='html'>Maybe I cared too much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I bother too much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I give too much.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let go a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you will understand my intention.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6217980341978815422?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/6217980341978815422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6217980341978815422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6217980341978815422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-post.html' title='Random post ~'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7299563710437793993</id><published>2009-08-04T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:59:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Metro</title><content type='html'>I started my uni life in Monash.&lt;br /&gt;It was so left out that every class that I entered I didn't know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;Was I did was just sitting alone and listen to the tutor and lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;Being a late student was really a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the orientation which actually could help me in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! am I a late student?&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of being left out.&lt;br /&gt;I missed classes and even if I was in the classes I wouldn't know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone was really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I missed my time when I'm in Metropolitan College.&lt;br /&gt;I miss every single of you all.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me that I will never forget anyone of you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7299563710437793993?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7299563710437793993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-metro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7299563710437793993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7299563710437793993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-metro.html' title='I miss Metro'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2420049965110288434</id><published>2009-07-24T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:27:40.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILURE? REGRET?</title><content type='html'>I wonder what is failure to me?&lt;br /&gt;Does this word really exist?&lt;br /&gt;What I know is just obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as failure because all those are just obstacles for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret...&lt;br /&gt;This word seems familiar to me...&lt;br /&gt;I only used it once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Do not regret for what you have chose to do.&lt;br /&gt;Do not regret for the way you wanted to follow.&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice your willingness to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Learn from mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;Not regret for what you have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2420049965110288434?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2420049965110288434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/failure-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2420049965110288434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2420049965110288434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/failure-regret.html' title='FAILURE? REGRET?'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-1190434096785480416</id><published>2009-07-22T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:11:59.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;I treat you all as friends so I shared my stuff with you all.&lt;br /&gt;I told you all please don't make me in trouble but you all ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;So you all happy when I got scolded and blamed?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I trusted you all so much that I told you all but in the end what you all did to me?&lt;br /&gt;Made me got scolded for nothing and nearly caused another friend in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you all just wait for few hours or perhaps another day?&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have told you all stuff next time.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scold each and everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I wanted to do so.&lt;br /&gt;You all are just too selfish.&lt;br /&gt;If you all are saying that I'm "small hearted" or "small gas" is up to you but,&lt;br /&gt;Did you all ever think from my position?&lt;br /&gt;Did you knew how bad I felt?&lt;br /&gt;You know when people put trust me you and just because of your attitude it broke the trust between us.&lt;br /&gt;When you all did that how do you expect me to trust you all another time?&lt;br /&gt;You all seriously make me very very upset this time.&lt;br /&gt;A big big disappointment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-1190434096785480416?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/1190434096785480416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1190434096785480416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1190434096785480416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-9219043658012306374</id><published>2009-07-19T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:52:30.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do or Not To Do</title><content type='html'>Should I go for gym?&lt;br /&gt;Or instead trying to push up my height and try to slim down at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Should I dye my hair?&lt;br /&gt;Or instead maintain with my natural soft hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-9219043658012306374?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/9219043658012306374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-do-or-not-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/9219043658012306374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/9219043658012306374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='To Do or Not To Do'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-453085589839032872</id><published>2009-07-17T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:05:16.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>I knew you are an explorer.&lt;br /&gt;You like to try everything.&lt;br /&gt;You wish to go every places you are able to.&lt;br /&gt;But a bad guy doesn't necessary can satisfy every of this.&lt;br /&gt;You accept other's good deeds to you but you never appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;Every guys is bad but is the degree of bad you wants them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking doesn't mean bad.&lt;br /&gt;Taking alcohol doesn't mean bad.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't attend to class doesn't mean bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what your perceptions about what is bad.&lt;br /&gt;I could be bad if you want.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm bad most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-453085589839032872?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/453085589839032872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/ridiculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/453085589839032872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/453085589839032872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4874358386201034023</id><published>2009-07-14T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:35:09.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation is sad</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the last day of my final semester as well as my final day to study in Metropolitan.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm quite sad to leave you all especially you.&lt;br /&gt;I took all the hassle just to make sure that you will pass the final semester to go degree.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to teach and provide everything that I could to you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you feel that what I did wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;That was all the things I could do before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;We might going to separate ways after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate for the last paper last exam last day in Metropolitan.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4874358386201034023?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4874358386201034023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/separation-is-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4874358386201034023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4874358386201034023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/separation-is-sad.html' title='Separation is sad'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2237962181022328999</id><published>2009-07-09T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:19:54.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>You are just too hard to be read.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get what you trying to hint me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you hint this way and sometimes the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;That's what awesome about you because I love challenge.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2237962181022328999?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2237962181022328999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2237962181022328999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2237962181022328999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7131002302033631241</id><published>2009-07-04T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:53:16.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You, You and only you</title><content type='html'>Have been getting lack of sleep these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I was working so hard on my blood notes for my final.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early in the morning and sleep late midnight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired yet I couldn't sleep well just because of all those dreams. =)&lt;br /&gt;I missed every moment every dream I had these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Those were all about YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You could make me sleepless even when I was in such tired condition.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;You and only you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7131002302033631241?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7131002302033631241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-you-and-only-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7131002302033631241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7131002302033631241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-you-and-only-you.html' title='You, You and only you'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7710630124115864674</id><published>2009-06-29T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:10:47.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 words</title><content type='html'>I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7710630124115864674?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7710630124115864674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7710630124115864674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7710630124115864674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-words.html' title='3 words'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-178067446182580749</id><published>2009-06-29T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:05:50.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>It's growing stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were somewhere around me ; protecting me, blessing me and helping me.&lt;br /&gt;Time is flying and I realised it is almost 2 years already since I last saw you.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I rewind the time?&lt;br /&gt;If I were asked to choose a super power and I wished I could be the one who can control the time by rewinding it back or moving it in front.&lt;br /&gt;I never start to appreciate and satisfy with what I had until I had lost you.&lt;br /&gt;But losing you to learn this was a harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, appreciate whatever you have and try to be satisfied with what you had been given.&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature to be unsatisfying with whatever they had&lt;br /&gt;But that was all desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-178067446182580749?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/178067446182580749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/178067446182580749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/178067446182580749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4705788627444880718</id><published>2009-06-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:47:36.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain White T's - 1234</title><content type='html'>1,2,1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more loving than I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Barely getting mad&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;Its as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt; For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;Give me more loving from the very start&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;You’re the best that I’ve had&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love being around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt; For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy as 1 2 1 2 3 4&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing&lt;br /&gt;To Do&lt;br /&gt;Three words&lt;br /&gt; For you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) 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&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1234 by Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4705788627444880718?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4705788627444880718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/plain-white-ts-1234.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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seconds would move like hours so that the days would getting longer.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I'm appreciating the time from the very beginning when I realised it moved just too fast to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, every second I recorded it in my mind just like a recorder so that I could "watch" it whenever I wished to.&lt;br /&gt;I had let go so many where I couldn't afford to lose anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm given a wish now I would ask the GOD to stop the time perhaps rewind it back if possible.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8927537688009079260?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8927537688009079260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/shortage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8927537688009079260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8927537688009079260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/shortage.html' title='Shortage!'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7070511434965904098</id><published>2009-06-20T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:14:16.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could</title><content type='html'>I wish I could speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could look at you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have you back.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you and I wish I could talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I miss you dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7070511434965904098?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7070511434965904098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7070511434965904098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7070511434965904098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-could.html' title='I wish I could'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-5188095341882419218</id><published>2009-06-19T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:46:53.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard to hide it in such way.&lt;br /&gt;It's like playing hide and seek alone ; hiding and no one is seeking for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanted to express but I didn't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what had happened but I could see differences.&lt;br /&gt;People are telling me that I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I will prove them wrong instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to all of ya out there.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of ya will appreciate your parents when you all are still able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;P/s : I miss you. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-5188095341882419218?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/5188095341882419218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hard-to-hide-it-in-such-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5188095341882419218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5188095341882419218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hard-to-hide-it-in-such-way.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4862978337528953241</id><published>2009-06-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:51:39.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USE</title><content type='html'>Life is a two ways process.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone realised it?&lt;br /&gt;We often say I hate people to "use" me.&lt;br /&gt;"They only come to me when they need help and stuffs."&lt;br /&gt;Think a step deeper, aren't we are doing the same way they are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we have friends?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't friends are place to find fun, comfort and also share our stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;We find them only when we are looking for those otherwise we won't look for them neither we will treat them as friends too.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;The problem is what is the degree of "use" that we can accept?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is balance actually or in another word nothing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So, friends just bare this in mind that there is limitation in everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4862978337528953241?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4862978337528953241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4862978337528953241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4862978337528953241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/use.html' title='USE'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7465898390174847536</id><published>2009-06-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:40:03.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Spree</title><content type='html'>Final is coming in a month time and I have lots to prepare.&lt;div&gt;I'm going to stay back in college until 5pm everyday from next week onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely I will try to score at least 85% for this semester in order to get my scholarship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray hard that everything will come smooth =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work hard and results will come =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7465898390174847536?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7465898390174847536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-spree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7465898390174847536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7465898390174847536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-spree.html' title='Study Spree'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3320665717202756393</id><published>2009-06-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:38:19.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Track</title><content type='html'>Thanks GOD for answering my "problem".&lt;br /&gt;It left me a bit upset actually.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I knew which way should I head now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3320665717202756393?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-5423499510218997664</id><published>2009-05-31T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:37:22.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True FRIEND?</title><content type='html'>I held a a birthday party yesterday and wasn't really enjoy it but I actually got to know more about my so called friends after the party.&lt;br /&gt;I admitted that I knew them not very well before this.&lt;br /&gt;Why was I complaining about this?&lt;br /&gt;Just because of the yesterday "one-man show".&lt;br /&gt;I did all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and got ready to buy the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to De Villa house to clean up the house with Khee Boon who was the only one who helped me a little.&lt;br /&gt;Around 6pm I went in again to get everything ready as the party will begin at 8pm and some of them actually helped me to lit up the barbecue thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;The party delayed about 15-20 minutes as I predicted.&lt;br /&gt;Once everything had been done, I went to take bathe and then got ready to barbeque the food!&lt;br /&gt;I was the birthday boy and people should cook food for me right?&lt;br /&gt;But it happened the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;My friends were not considerate enough. Maybe just described them as dumb?&lt;br /&gt;They should have happy if I hadn't ask them to cook the food for me, but they asked me to cook for them. OH GOSH! What kinda of birthday was I having?&lt;br /&gt;They just asked me to barbecue and they went off while waiting the food to be barbecued.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? It was better to have everything cook than having this bloody barbecue right?&lt;br /&gt;After barbecue, I was the only one who cleaned all their SHIT up.&lt;br /&gt;All the polystyrene cups and plates even those disposable forks and spoons were all on the floor!!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell right? How old are you all? Couldn't you all just throw it inside the plastic bag which I already prepared for you all?&lt;br /&gt;You expect me to clean it for you all? It was way too over.&lt;br /&gt;What did you all treat me as? SERVANT? CLEANER? F***&lt;br /&gt;You all only created a mess for me to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;No one really offered me any help.&lt;br /&gt;I never even mentioned about the presents or money also.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to a friend party without any presents I wouldn't mind much if you all actually helped me.&lt;br /&gt;But you all came without presents nor any helped were offered but at the same time created me some SHITS which I really couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Seroiusly, the last time that I would have any party with them.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know who are really true friends that I really need in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Michelle Lau for the lovely bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vivian Choi for the bag.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jason, Kah Lim, Ah Seng for the wax.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone but not that bunch of idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-5423499510218997664?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/5423499510218997664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5423499510218997664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5423499510218997664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-friend.html' title='True FRIEND?'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-5261045521506938422</id><published>2009-05-31T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:42:59.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time!</title><content type='html'>Went clubbing at BarCelona last thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Was a good experience but not really fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk few cups that day and found myself dizzy and I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I actually puked because the bass was over.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to describe it but I puked because of the bass not because I drunk&lt;br /&gt;People, stop saying that I drunk in fact I'm really conscious.&lt;br /&gt;I knew what was I doing.&lt;br /&gt;Why you all kept saying that I drunk? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Puke didn't mean drunk okay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Wei Keong for bringing me to club for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hao Yen as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-5261045521506938422?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/5261045521506938422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5261045521506938422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5261045521506938422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-time.html' title='First time!'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6657836600657594266</id><published>2009-05-31T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:13:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>A very thanks to Michelle Lau, Jason, Kah Lim, Ham, See Bee and AJ3 mates for wishing me.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shock to receive birthday message from my volleyball coach, Sir Ong and my secondary school Bm teacher, Ahmad Hussein. Thanks people. I'm happy that every single of you actually wished me on my birthday. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the AJ3 mates not only wished me birthday but actually celebrated with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ampang Look Out Point.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun there and what was really touched me was the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, for dont know how many years I never even get a birthday cake and you all gave me what I really missed out every year for my birthday. Thanks people.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the beautiful scenery there and even had photo taking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJkK03wQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/KRZGgsnpt70/s1600-h/DSC00250.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJkK03wQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/KRZGgsnpt70/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341942245168792434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                 Help!!! Kena rape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJkSjnaVAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0XO7liKIvbM/s1600-h/DSC00251.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJkSjnaVAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0XO7liKIvbM/s320/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341942377975796738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       Big bully!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJkCp6gmtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/a-5xfyfDS0k/s1600-h/DSC00246.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJkCp6gmtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/a-5xfyfDS0k/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341942104788605650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                               Me and Chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJj4v8s9cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cPE3yJDzmpE/s1600-h/DSC00241.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJj4v8s9cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cPE3yJDzmpE/s320/DSC00241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341941934609724866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                        Victoria and David(LoL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjgZpFvTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MKRpIvOSw54/s1600-h/DSC00240.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjgZpFvTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MKRpIvOSw54/s320/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341941516305022258" border="0" /&gt;                                                                     Lesbian of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJlffcUyHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/egp89FqWmNA/s1600-h/DSC00239.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJlffcUyHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/egp89FqWmNA/s320/DSC00239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341943699705481330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Ken Nee kiseed Chloe's nose. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjWF7QgwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/laUF2hmG9HY/s1600-h/28052009039.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjWF7QgwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/laUF2hmG9HY/s320/28052009039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341941339213824770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                        Acting cool -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjQb8_PBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0zDH9pjmBOM/s1600-h/28052009035.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjQb8_PBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0zDH9pjmBOM/s320/28052009035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341941242047446034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       What am i trying to do? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjJr2yhoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xAESikQmEng/s1600-h/28052009033.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjJr2yhoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xAESikQmEng/s320/28052009033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341941126057330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Chloe, Ken Nee, Me, Calvin, Jason and Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjBGRlnII/AAAAAAAAAFo/EXmX95HCP2g/s1600-h/27052009020.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJjBGRlnII/AAAAAAAAAFo/EXmX95HCP2g/s320/27052009020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341940978530229378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreaciate the night. Thanks once again Ronald, Calvin, Bryan, Ken Nee, Chloe, Jason for giving me so memorable night!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not missing out some of your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I promised to celebrate with you guys next year...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6657836600657594266?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/6657836600657594266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/18th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6657836600657594266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6657836600657594266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/18th-birthday.html' title='18th Birthday'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SiJkK03wQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/KRZGgsnpt70/s72-c/DSC00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8122570241842123328</id><published>2009-05-26T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:31:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY!</title><content type='html'>It's today the day I waited for so so so long.&lt;br /&gt;What day is today? It's Wednesday and my 18th bird-day.&lt;br /&gt;She was the one who wished me first although it was before 12.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly I could believe that she would remember my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! Thanks people!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Marilyn,Yan Er, Jing Yi, Stephlynn, Ham, Ted and others who wish me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you people.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm doing nothing for on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing my college at 4.30 where almost all of them already got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but,&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to held a belated birthday party in my hometown this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a grand one!&lt;br /&gt;I'm inviting lots of people and it almost 50 of them which I'm still counting who to invite.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;More updates to come...=)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8122570241842123328?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8122570241842123328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8122570241842123328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8122570241842123328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='TODAY!'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-1979928923576778981</id><published>2009-05-18T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:48:11.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaner</title><content type='html'>Okay, I knew my driving skills was not up to level.&lt;br /&gt;I'm improving on it.&lt;br /&gt;People learn from mistakes and the same to me too!&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time and I proved it to you.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I drove back from Mentakab to Subang yesterday due to Ah Loong's hand sprained.&lt;br /&gt;There are few times that I nearly got into accident but thanks god for blessing me I didn't although I NEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I'm driving back this Thursday and shall see if there is improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-1979928923576778981?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/1979928923576778981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1979928923576778981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1979928923576778981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaner.html' title='Leaner'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6642206348916614672</id><published>2009-05-18T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:43:47.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequentialist</title><content type='html'>We were friend BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;When I speak to you nicely please and please talk to me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;There was no point for you to being so rude for that time being.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was my bad for being so aggressive but you showed me your bloody attitude which I don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously when I said don't mess with me you don't cross the border.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you are great all the time and don't think others are inferior to you.&lt;br /&gt;People changes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people just don't concern about the consequences yet they regretted for that they had done.&lt;br /&gt;There is no exception for you and you made the last chance of our friendship broken.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we were friend no more.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you are wise enough to think back what you have done to me that lead to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Consequentialist'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8941819933435362954</id><published>2009-05-01T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:30:47.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>恋爱</title><content type='html'>当你没做东西你会想他。&lt;br /&gt;当你寂寞时你也在想他。&lt;br /&gt;当你电话响你心想是他。&lt;br /&gt;那就代表你在恋爱。&lt;br /&gt;那我是不是在恋爱了？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8941819933435362954?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-935815131791959540</id><published>2009-04-23T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:30:03.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure</title><content type='html'>Oh ya, tomorrow my second semester results will be released.&lt;br /&gt;I started to worry over it due to the bloody English.&lt;br /&gt;Many people said they actually screwed up their English paper included me too.&lt;br /&gt;It really feared me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Actually during the day after English paper, I was damn stress which made me took 1 plate of rice, 1 plate of noodle, and 1 waffle.&lt;br /&gt;That's me when I'm really really stress.&lt;br /&gt;I have to achieve more than 85% in order to secure my JPA scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Please I had worked this hard and dont turn my hard work into disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me please people.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway wish everyone good luck and I pray for every single of my friends for their results specially to Marilyn,Ryan, Stephlynn, Ken Nee and See Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Amitabha, Amen, Ahamdulilah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-935815131791959540?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/935815131791959540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/04/pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/935815131791959540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/935815131791959540'/><link 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Exam fever was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;AJ3 guys were planning to go Genting but AJ2 friends were planning for drinks at Laundry actually.&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried to persuade AJ2 friends.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan tried to ask his aunt for a free room and Steph was trying to ask Ted whether he could go along with us or not.&lt;br /&gt;Around 2pm they said they confirm they going actually.&lt;br /&gt;I was so so happy to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;I reached there around 6pm and then I went to find Mei Li.&lt;br /&gt;I messaged Marilz to ask them whether they confirm coming or not.&lt;br /&gt;I was stoned when I saw her reply ; she said they are not coming anymore because it was too late and planned to go for buffet somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Mei Li was with me that time and I was complaining to her that this kinda friends FFK to me and was dissapointed with them.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to Restaurant Causeway Bay to take dinner with AJ3 friends.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Ryan called and it was around 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he came by bus and I was quite relieved because I wasn't alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He said he would meet me up after he checked in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Taadaa, it was so surprised when I saw Marilz, Steph, Ted and Ryan appeared in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;They were so so so bad to cheat me and made me complaining about them.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad ; sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I joined AJ2 friends instead of AJ3 because we were the closest friends ever!&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the time when we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, don't say I'm pretending to be pathetic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When I said I wanna do something means I got my own reasons.&lt;br /&gt;If you compared the bed with those chairs I really prefer chairs because it was much more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;You all could try next time if you all didn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I knew you all love me too and that was why you all kept on nagging and complaining about my weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the trip was fun and relax.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being a bit emo on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired because I really didn't have any good sleep for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Will post the pics up when I got it from Marilz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Every moment every minute we spent together it was so precious and will be a priceless memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s: I love you peoples and I really meant it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8772656576355372457?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8772656576355372457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/04/genting-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8772656576355372457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8772656576355372457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/04/genting-memories.html' title='Genting Memories'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7237988398177722152</id><published>2009-04-11T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:14:15.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Tiring</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the worst day in my life I guessed.&lt;br /&gt;Worst as in tired not bad luck or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after study in college, I walked Ken Nee back and then I went back home change cloth for basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not good in it but AJ3 friends asked me to play for fun.&lt;br /&gt;I asked them whether want to take dinner together or not since I was so pathetic being left alone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;They said okay and decided to take dinner in 1U Fish&amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;After that, all was asking what to do next?&lt;br /&gt;One said let's go Murni in Ss2 and I said "It is full this time. Forget it. No parking. Let's go Genting."&lt;br /&gt;All was stoned with my words, then agree with my words.&lt;br /&gt;We started our journey around 11.45pm and reached there around 12.45am.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Old Town to take our supper as well as to do our revision.&lt;br /&gt;It was around 3am when a few of them were asking to go back.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Subang around 4.15am and I quickly went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9.15am today because I promised to go study with Marilyn and Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite regret for promising them because I was really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;But, who asked me promise people right?&lt;br /&gt;I should keep my words when I said it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Marilyn had to get back to Klang around 1pm because she had to go to fetch her siblings from tuition if I wasn't mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to stay in my room because I knew I wouldn't do anything in the room and  decided to follow her down to Klang.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she might not sending me back and she doesn't know the way to any train station or bus station as well.&lt;br /&gt;She kept on saying that I didn't need to take the hassle just to go Klang to study.&lt;br /&gt;I insisted I wanted to go and I would find my way back.&lt;br /&gt;I knew she actually quite worry if I couldn't get back but seriously, I'm not that dumb to make myself stay in Klang for one night.&lt;br /&gt;She told me I could get a bus in front of Centro but it would take around 1 to 2 hours but I was too lucky to get one just around 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, when I reached Subang, I had to walk from Carrefour back home.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Marilz for taking me to Klang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7237988398177722152?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7237988398177722152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-tiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7237988398177722152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7237988398177722152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-tiring.html' title='Tired, Tiring'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4013585288887315868</id><published>2009-04-09T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:01:10.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PES - Pre Exam Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I didn't know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;I was not myself again.&lt;br /&gt;Was emoing for no bloody reason again.&lt;br /&gt;And what worse was I am struggling whether to go back Mentakab or not.&lt;br /&gt;I knew if I stay in Subang I will not study but just stoning in front of the laptop doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I study if I go back to Mentakab perhaps I will ask friends to come out.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone to accompany me to study on this weekend. Only this and the only time.&lt;br /&gt;I knew if I am to stay in the room I will on the lappy to do something ; at least msn or facebook even if just on and put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all this emo emo stuffs, I got a good news to share.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got the answer from the JPA about my scholarship things.&lt;br /&gt;Great news!&lt;br /&gt;They are going to sponsor me lodging and food but only Rm700 per month.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, they are supplying me stationery as well.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if only I could get 80% of average for every semester of my UFP in Metropolitan.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enter MONASH in July if everything is going fine as I planned.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : It grew stronger and deeper. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4013585288887315868?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8164989693175251797</id><published>2009-03-28T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:39:38.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language</title><content type='html'>What do you think the most important tool/thing that you need in your life?&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that many people would say MONEY, but for me I would say &lt;strong&gt;LANGUAGE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the importance of &lt;strong&gt;LANGUAGE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How many of us actually know the greatness and power of &lt;strong&gt;LANGUAGE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANGUAGE&lt;/strong&gt; is the basic for everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a stair that leads you to the top of the building.&lt;br /&gt;When the word &lt;strong&gt;language &lt;/strong&gt;cross one's mind, they would think that English, BM, and Chinese but  if you really know what &lt;strong&gt;language&lt;/strong&gt; means, it means more than that.&lt;br /&gt;How many of us realised that Mathematics is also one kind of &lt;strong&gt;languages&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;How many of us realised that Science is another kind of &lt;strong&gt;languages&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Science actually is the language where scientists communicate among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;They got specific terms for things.&lt;br /&gt;Even an action is one kind of &lt;strong&gt;languages&lt;/strong&gt; : body &lt;strong&gt;language&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more important than &lt;strong&gt;language&lt;/strong&gt;, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language&lt;/strong&gt; helps you to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language&lt;/strong&gt; can be a weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language &lt;/strong&gt;can give you a hand in sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;Because all your knowledge is basically &lt;strong&gt;language &lt;/strong&gt;too!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very clear cut example is we used to have stage fright and the major reason will be our &lt;strong&gt;language&lt;/strong&gt; actually not our braveness.&lt;br /&gt;If we are good in &lt;strong&gt;language&lt;/strong&gt;, we can easily present out to the crowds and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;With good command of &lt;strong&gt;language, &lt;/strong&gt;there will be no doubt that we can do well in everything.&lt;br /&gt;How well you present your works or even speeches also depend on your &lt;strong&gt;language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8164989693175251797?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8164989693175251797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Proudness!</title><content type='html'>Few of my friends wanted to study in TOC in SS2 but I actually have no idea how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;We are so fortunate to drive there without getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time to go TOC you know.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm getting more familiar with the roads here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when I got back my mom was talking about car with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was quite curious about it and asked my mom later.&lt;br /&gt;She said my brother decided to get Vios which I think not really cool one.&lt;br /&gt;But don't really give a damn because he is the one driving the car and I might getting his Iswara soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting to drive to study soon once I'm good in driving MANUAL car!&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But even if I can drive it now I think I will not drive due to the stupid parking fares.&lt;br /&gt;Come on come on, improve improve and improve.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna DRIVING real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-1017161420980600147?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/1017161420980600147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/proudness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1017161420980600147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1017161420980600147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/proudness.html' title='Proudness!'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3714958784420043336</id><published>2009-03-19T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:50:14.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down! down! down!!</title><content type='html'>I think there is something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been behaving like this for few days.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm packed with assignments and presentations.&lt;br /&gt;Before I reached home, I told myself that I'm going to get this done and that.&lt;br /&gt;The planning is there but once I reached home I started to change.&lt;br /&gt;I become completely down and I stoned in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I have to hand up 3 assignments and do 2 presentations in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Why things becoming like this lately?&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I have to prepare for my final as well.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone help me out?&lt;br /&gt;Isit due to too many things to do and so, I don't know where shall I start from?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the JPA things to be worried about too?&lt;br /&gt;F*** it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I should finish them by next week and start to prepare for my final!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3714958784420043336?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3714958784420043336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3714958784420043336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3714958784420043336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/down-down-down.html' title='Down! down! down!!'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3785067982190738122</id><published>2009-03-15T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:39:12.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate</title><content type='html'>I think most people don't appreciate with what they have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are complaining about stuffs and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People only start to complain when they lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was one of them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to complain about my mom's cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I only start to think about her wonderful dishes she cooked for me when I couldn't have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know for students who stay away from their house what they really wish to have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's home cooked food and for sure the family and close friends they used to be together too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, home cooked food is the one I'm looking for when I'm away from house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start to appreciate with whatever I have especially my mom's cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her cooking so much for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I can be in the house eating all the food she cooks as well as cookies and cakes that she bakes for me and my siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to resist the desire to eat when she cooked for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, the dinner that I have it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really like fish but I tell you what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finsihed half of the fish. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only fish but the meat too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so damn damn delicious and I don't think there is any food greater than this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over praising my mom's cooking. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313480058490266786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/Sb1F9g9vJKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PL1ysPKv1Ws/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              Pork with don't know what sauce and  Curry fish with vegetables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         Yum yum. Look tempting and delicious right? =p                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, start to appreciate with whatever we are having now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only about the home cooked food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I mean are friends, education, family and other stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't start to regret only when you lose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we are given second chance to cover back our lost and sometimes we don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually lost something precious maybe the most precious one in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF only time can rewind back, I would do anything to prevent it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3785067982190738122?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3785067982190738122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/appreciate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3785067982190738122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3785067982190738122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/Sb1F9g9vJKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PL1ysPKv1Ws/s72-c/DSC00162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2321159625654234261</id><published>2009-03-15T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:15:54.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>都是你</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;歌名：都是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;词，曲，唱：光良&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁 改变了我的世界&lt;br /&gt;没有方向 没有日夜&lt;br /&gt;我看着天 这一刻在想你&lt;br /&gt;是否会 对我一样思念&lt;br /&gt;你 曾说我们有一个梦&lt;br /&gt;等到那天 我们来实现&lt;br /&gt;我望着天 在心中默默念&lt;br /&gt;下一秒 你出现在眼前&lt;br /&gt;想念的心 装满的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的钢琴 弹奏的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的日记 写满的都是你的名&lt;br /&gt;才发现 又另一个黎明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁 改变了我的世界&lt;br /&gt;没有方向 没有日夜&lt;br /&gt;我看着天 这一刻在想你&lt;br /&gt;是否会 对我一样思念&lt;br /&gt;你 曾说我们有一个梦&lt;br /&gt;等到那天 我们来实现&lt;br /&gt;我望着天 在心中默默念&lt;br /&gt;下一秒 你出现在眼前&lt;br /&gt;想念的心 装满的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的钢琴 弹奏的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的日记 写满的都是你的名&lt;br /&gt;才发现 又另一个黎明&lt;br /&gt;想念的心 装满的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的钢琴 弹奏的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的日记 写满的都是你的名&lt;br /&gt;才发现 又另一个黎明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的日记 写满的都是你的名&lt;br /&gt;才发现 又另一个黎明&lt;br /&gt;这是我 对你爱的累积&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/995048478500341173-2321159625654234261?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2321159625654234261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2321159625654234261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2321159625654234261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='都是你'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4196355481730097459</id><published>2009-03-13T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:22:19.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up please</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I said I wouldn't go to casino but what I meant was going in to bet.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that one day I will try once or twice but not as in going so frequent but maybe few years once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;It is so normal right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I planned to work there once I finish my UFP programme but only if I can get the JPA scholarship to Monash =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of advice from friend actually.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't feel good if people advise me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am i behaving so, but I just don't like it, but I tried to listen to them even my heart sore.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it reveals the real me I just feel unhappy to be advised by others.&lt;br /&gt;Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm changing right now.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to others and I pay attention to their words careful.&lt;br /&gt;After the words from him yesterday, I only realised what he had told me was quite true.&lt;br /&gt;I always look things too swallow.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't get the hidden message which need to look at it deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Things are not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;Life is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;It can simply explain by a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Even Spiderman or Batman or Slumdog Millionair actually contains hidden message if we really understand the whole story of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4196355481730097459?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4196355481730097459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4196355481730097459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4196355481730097459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-please.html' title='Wake up please'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8545578310823082871</id><published>2009-03-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:53:48.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies and Results</title><content type='html'>It's normal that we hear students are points their fingers at their lecturers or teachers when they get bad results.&lt;br /&gt;Do they actually think a step deeper?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they blame theirselves instead?&lt;br /&gt;It is not how good or how bad the lecturers present their materials actually.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the lecturers are doing good job and we don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;It's still the students fault right?&lt;br /&gt;But why the blame is still on the lecturers?&lt;br /&gt;If the same particular lecturer teaches the same group of students but some get high marks and some moderate and some low.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;It is certaintly because of the effort each of them place on that particular things or subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I admited that last time I used to blame lecturers when I got bad results.&lt;br /&gt;But now,I will put the blame on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I still judge how a lecturer present their materials to students.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel it is bad I will do my own job; reading the materials and understand it by myself and ask others if there are any doubts or questions.&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so dependant on lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;You guys said that lecturer is bad this lecturer never comes to class.&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys actually find for the lecturer when they absent?&lt;br /&gt;I meant if they never enter you class, did any one of you will have the incentive to find the lecturer elsewhere?&lt;br /&gt;You all will instead saying "OH YEAH! Teacher is absent. Time to lepak or go home."&lt;br /&gt;So, think before you point your fingers to others.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we can't just blame everything to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8545578310823082871?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8545578310823082871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/studies-and-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8545578310823082871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8545578310823082871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/studies-and-results.html' title='Studies and Results'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8446069773581133756</id><published>2009-03-11T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:29:09.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for futsal last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;For me, it wasn't about the futsal that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;I saw people playing kite at the land beside the place where I played futsal.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at kite flying high on the sky was something so so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wished I could be the kite flying that high looking at every angle of the world, enjoying the beautiful view from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel how nice and free to fly in the sky but I knew that is not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;So, I could only just imagine about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been dizzying since Sunday and then it recovered.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it came again ; been dizzying again since early morning.&lt;br /&gt;I went back home around 11am half way of my accounting lecture because i couldn't stand it anymore and I had class until 2pm actually.&lt;br /&gt;I went home and I quickly change into so called pyjamas and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Was finding hard to sleep and I actually stay on my bed until 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine from 11.30am sleep until 7.30pm but I woke up in between.&lt;br /&gt;I was still wondering what actually happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it related to my health? meals? or what?&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the state of dizziness as I suffer a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard I would be fine tomorrow or else I would take bus back to my hometown. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8446069773581133756?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8446069773581133756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-for-futsal-last-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8446069773581133756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8446069773581133756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-for-futsal-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2398033916310203377</id><published>2009-03-01T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:11:04.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got lots of stuffs to blog about my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I went back home last friday and we took our dinner at Murni before we went back to Mentakab.&lt;br /&gt;I went out yum cha with friends straight away once I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Went to cyber cafe for a while and then went to Ar-robha to yum cha.&lt;br /&gt;It was so coincident that I met Ryan, Ah Hou and Wei Szuan yum cha there too and sat the next table of mine.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to lepak at the garden nearby and crapped there.&lt;br /&gt;We crapped about some "privacy" thing and it was so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went home and drove arount to "improve" my driving skills and once I back home again I only realised my sister had told me to reload for her because she was coming back from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the 7-11 nearby and it actually walking distance but due to my laziness and security as well I drove there.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! I found Rm10 reload coupon and it was just beside where I parked my car.&lt;br /&gt;I was so lucky right? =p&lt;br /&gt;I knew you guys will envy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday and it should be a busy day for most of the people especially couples.&lt;br /&gt;I was busy actually ; busy with entertaining friends for lunch and tea time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mei Li came to find me for tea time.&lt;br /&gt;I was so sorry to her because we ended up baking cookies instead of going for a good tea time.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;She was so shocked actually when I told her that I was trying to learn to bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486274715352082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIJCtx_BI/AAAAAAAAADI/IBXoc3phc94/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2 cups of/340g semi-sweet chocolate. It was so damn hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut it into small pieces since it came in a bar.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486389512570226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIPuXkhXI/AAAAAAAAADY/B0AG6mAEFVE/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The butter. ( exactly 1 bar)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486460691267058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIT3h5PfI/AAAAAAAAADg/kUzhKS7qutU/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The all-purpose flour. ( 320g)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually just normal flour but give it a so "Special" name.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486686688443010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIhBb0eoI/AAAAAAAAADo/S6kGkCmzpxQ/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eggs. ( 2 eggs)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486819456015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIowCE27I/AAAAAAAAADw/2hcvubnNH1s/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brown sugar (95 grams)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486993412175090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIy4EdNPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qEmyGn1YGPA/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was searching for soda bicarbonate but found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the vanilla extract. =p&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486898992068482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauItYU8t4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/H5JiWRFD20Q/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Whipping the butter with sugar.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308486947261515938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIwMJSCKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o7SdWsE_biY/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot it should let it soften first before mixing it. It ended up flung out a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily I was fast enough to off the switch. Phew!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308487055714559458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauI2gKgJeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1H3MK1MWXQE/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mixture of icing sugar,brown sugar and butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding the vanila extract ( 1 tablespoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308487179855200898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauI9un8AoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rIfYBGFixpg/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Add in the chocolate.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308487298282601058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauJEnzOumI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3FZO6Oq_LfY/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tadaa. It became like this. Look disgusting right?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308487353077490402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauJHz7WYuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FvdHobjX0jM/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauJSoG9sbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0xf8NbA9gHM/s1600-h/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauJNUQLbBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/a7I6aiYU1MQ/s1600-h/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308487447654132754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauJNUQLbBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/a7I6aiYU1MQ/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ewww! It really looks disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308488496971550642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauKKZQ8j7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/MhtyuNV-pDU/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The baking process. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308488554132717906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauKNuNOwVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ciNnsDJJNlk/s320/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the results =p. Doesn't look that bad right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was my first time baking cookies using those machine thingy and this was my second time baking cookies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The recipe that was given by Ryan was actually soft cookies recipe but I "ter"modify it and became a hard one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was counted failure because I failed to do the soft cookies but success in baking this because it tasted not that bad. It was a PASS and above average for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, there were quite numbers of funny things that I did but I'm not going to mention it cause it was quite embarassing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The recipe :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;320g of flour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;300g chocolate(melted)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;95g brown sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 bar of butter (forgotten how many grams was that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60g icing sugar ( mom said better use icing sugar than granulated one)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 eggs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tablespoon soda bicarbonate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tablespoon of salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tablespoon vanilla extract&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bake at 190 degree Celcius with the fan on ( the oven fan )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How long it takes I wasnt that sure but my mom said it depends on the oven itself. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Different oven different timing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SauIJCtx_BI/AAAAAAAAADI/IBXoc3phc94/s72-c/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-71556198872108899</id><published>2009-02-27T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:47:48.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Last few days I realised my friend was going to take insurance exam to be an agent.&lt;br /&gt;What I meant just now was this.&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for it to earn myself a side income?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm a bit interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, do I have the time for it?&lt;br /&gt;Will look at the so-called "book" before deciding whether to go for it or not.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-71556198872108899?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/71556198872108899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmph-was-thinking-about-it-over-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/71556198872108899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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through it rather than paying attention to every single word or I would just delete it from my mail box.&lt;br /&gt;But after my brother's friend and my cousin sister told me about it, then I started to change my mindset.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I got the time to surf the net this week, I will go to Google and search for any zodiac informations.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite amazing when you found out you exhibit that characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun and it some of the details actually will put a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;I found some of those informations are pretty true.&lt;br /&gt;What I could say is trust some of it and don't really put yourself too into it.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself and that's you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307100292558761426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SaabmQ1WLdI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZmKWb8MDdq4/s320/Gemini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                   Gemini, The Twins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4572108279650276233?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4572108279650276233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-few-days-i-was-so-into-zodiac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4572108279650276233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4572108279650276233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-few-days-i-was-so-into-zodiac.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SaabmQ1WLdI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZmKWb8MDdq4/s72-c/Gemini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3168763814968499819</id><published>2009-02-20T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:02:33.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I did a mistake for informing her that I would be back on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give her a surprise actually.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;She called me at around 8.30pm to confirm whether I will be back or not.&lt;br /&gt;I actually reached my hometown but I told her I would be reaching home around 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;She called back and before she asked me anything I knew what she was going to ask.&lt;br /&gt;I said "Wan ask me eat already or not isit? Haha. Haven't."&lt;br /&gt;She said "Yes. Ask Ah Loong along for dinner.'&lt;br /&gt;"Already asked." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to bakery shop and bought a cake for her.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went back home and she was in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to hide from her.&lt;br /&gt;We(my siblings and me) planned to go out for dinner to celebrate for her.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I had hide.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when she came up to the house I had to switch off the fan and light in order to hide myself.&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn pathetic right?&lt;br /&gt;Then shop was closed and everybody was in the house.&lt;br /&gt;My siblings knew I was homed only my mom.&lt;br /&gt;When they were going out, I "summoned" myself out and shouted Happy Birthday Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;I thought it should be a surprise but end up like it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her "Surprise leh?"&lt;br /&gt;She answered "Har? What ar? My left ear is deaf one la. Can't listen"&lt;br /&gt;What the heck right?&lt;br /&gt;But actually she was so happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mom I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3168763814968499819?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3168763814968499819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/mothers-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3168763814968499819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3168763814968499819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/mothers-birthday.html' title='Mother&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3669334935945104882</id><published>2009-02-20T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:28:30.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      Tagged by Ham&lt;/h3&gt;                          Remove 1 question from below and add in a personal question, make it a total of 20 questions. Then tag 5 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which part of the globe do you really wish to go?&lt;br /&gt;Every country and every place I wish I could explore not alone but with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Crapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of news do you read?&lt;br /&gt;All kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would u do if u were to die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I will tell my parents and every single friends I'm leaving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;.... Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you feel loved in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Yes most of the time not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;Friends and Family =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Going out with friends for shopping =p but I'm in Mentakab. Sad one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there’s someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List 5 things that u like in a guy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;-Personality&lt;br /&gt;-Attitude&lt;br /&gt;-Attitude&lt;br /&gt;-Personality&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you not wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;I will accept everything of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think is your purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;To be successful and to give my family a good life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you feel like killing someone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;No for sure. I'm so kind-hearted. I won't kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;What else other than cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Happy and then rich...Greedy greedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Too rush in making decision.(no patience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the most prized possession that you wish you can bring to Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Parents and Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name one love song that you have in mind and why?&lt;br /&gt;Wo Huai Nian De - Sun Yan Zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I love everything of me not only one. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have a moment that you wanna be another person in life?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm really really depressed and downed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging:&lt;br /&gt;-Stephlynn&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3669334935945104882?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3669334935945104882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-ham-remove-1-question-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3669334935945104882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3669334935945104882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-ham-remove-1-question-from.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4962289681883530558</id><published>2009-02-17T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:14:21.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had my Business Math quiz today.&lt;br /&gt;Just hours before my exam I only got to know that the quiz weigh 20% of my overall marks.&lt;br /&gt;Phew, luckily it was just way too easy to test me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of showing off right?&lt;br /&gt;But it was really quite easy for me actually although it was a bit tricky.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I would get full marks for the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was just being to cool this few days but only when I'm in college.&lt;br /&gt;Just didn't know why was I behaving so.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like talking to people when I'm in college.&lt;br /&gt;I rather sat down and listened to them.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people if I annoyed you by behaving so.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could talk more but just that I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303706944534492626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SZqNXaXANdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T1dItw5O87w/s320/ea6980ba41386edb1bcbdd1587247033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm looking for this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard from several people and they said it was quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If anyone have it, tell me okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really eager to watch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4962289681883530558?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4962289681883530558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-my-business-math-quiz-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4962289681883530558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4962289681883530558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-my-business-math-quiz-today.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SZqNXaXANdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T1dItw5O87w/s72-c/ea6980ba41386edb1bcbdd1587247033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-1297821728674013603</id><published>2009-02-15T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:29:05.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog actually but feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair cut just now.&lt;br /&gt;Quite satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;And while I was waiting for my another friend to have his hair cut, I read the Men's Health magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a nice magazine; teaching us how to build up and tackling girls.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Might follow up with the forthcoming one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-1297821728674013603?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/1297821728674013603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-nothing-to-blog-actually-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1297821728674013603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1297821728674013603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-nothing-to-blog-actually-but.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-1364179613111135780</id><published>2009-02-13T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:21:20.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Valentine's Day guys.&lt;br /&gt;Watching couples celebrate Valentine's is something sweet to do.&lt;br /&gt;But how about myself?&lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting the chance to celebrate for years but I was just unlucky enough to have one.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds damn pathetic right?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't emo just that I felt like expressing myself out.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still single and available, I wish you all to meet your Mr/Mrs Right as soon as possible. =)&lt;br /&gt;So do myself. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a good dream.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He came back to shop and as usual he looked after the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was so so surprise that he came back.&lt;br /&gt;I told all my friend that my dad wasn't dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;He was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was in reality!&lt;br /&gt;I really wished it could be in reality not just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;When I approached to him, I awoke and that's make my dream shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, when can you really come back and show me yourself again?&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you since you left me 1 and half year ago.&lt;br /&gt;You made me felt like I'm more incomplete without you.&lt;br /&gt;Your advice, your laughter, your everything made me felt imperfect without it.&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/995048478500341173-1364179613111135780?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/1364179613111135780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-valentines-day-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1364179613111135780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1364179613111135780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-valentines-day-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4168792228101857872</id><published>2009-02-12T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:32:29.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation and Scholarship.</title><content type='html'>I did my English presentation today.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I thought it was quite okay because I didn't really shake.&lt;br /&gt;There was an improvement. =)&lt;br /&gt;But, my mates told me that I had a few grammar mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;It's over for now and didn't really care because time wouldn't turn back and I wouldn't have the second chance to repeat the presentation unless I failed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the results is, I will try to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mom called me and she told me a "good" news.&lt;br /&gt;She said that JPA called her up and told her that I was given a scholarship again.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a requirement ; I have to achieve overall average of my foundation of 3.5 or 80%.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a shock that they actually gave me this scholarship but there is no official letter sent to my home yet so there is nothing to happy for now.&lt;br /&gt;I really wished to go to a better college and get scholarship in order not to burden my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4168792228101857872?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4168792228101857872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/presentation-and-scholarship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4168792228101857872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4168792228101857872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/presentation-and-scholarship.html' title='Presentation and Scholarship.'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3009041654477238359</id><published>2009-02-09T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:08:46.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SZEwzQa5tlI/AAAAAAAAACo/qn-_wvWwqLY/s1600-h/meringuecookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301071893531047506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SZEwzQa5tlI/AAAAAAAAACo/qn-_wvWwqLY/s320/meringuecookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meringue Cookies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 large &lt;a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/eggs.html"&gt;egg&lt;/a&gt; whites (3 ounces or 90 grams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3/4 cup (150 grams) superfine or caster &lt;a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/sugar.html"&gt;sugar&lt;/a&gt; (if you don't have superfine sugar simply take granulated white sugar and process it for about 30 seconds in a food processor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Garnish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1/4 cup shaved Almonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She said she likes this.(Meringue Cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably I will bake this and try out whether it is nice or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone wanna be my white mice to try ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="bod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully I got the time to bake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3009041654477238359?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3009041654477238359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/meringue-cookies-3-large-egg-whites-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3009041654477238359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3009041654477238359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/meringue-cookies-3-large-egg-whites-3.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SZEwzQa5tlI/AAAAAAAAACo/qn-_wvWwqLY/s72-c/meringuecookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2455033677730396796</id><published>2009-02-04T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:05:57.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DisTanCe.</title><content type='html'>I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;There is a gap among us.&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was quite left out actually.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I was emo-ing just now for no reason and thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that we were no longer having the commonality that we used to share among us.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because of the age gap I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I knew that I act just like small kids do.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel good when people are calling me small kids but in fact I'm acting like one.&lt;br /&gt;I tease and I talked craps all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't control my temper.&lt;br /&gt;I like to show my attitude when I'm unhappy with something.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 18 this year and I'm still behaving like that.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's the time to make a change to myself not physically but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the people, they see me as a happy-go-lucky person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from stress most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it's right but when I'm stress who knows?&lt;br /&gt;I don't simply show my stressfulness to others.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I do become emo.&lt;br /&gt;You guys know when I'm emo I don't make a single sound right.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend everything to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;People say like father like son.&lt;br /&gt;Now I knew what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Not only physical characteristic but even my behaviours are quite similar to him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is not so easy to change myself but I will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I do miss you. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s : No matter what happened to you, do remember I'm always there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2455033677730396796?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2455033677730396796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2455033677730396796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2455033677730396796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/distance.html' title='DisTanCe.'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2203440718095287287</id><published>2009-02-03T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:03:29.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated Stephlynn's birthday today in Bbq Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a surprise one for her.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't expect Chai Yin to be there and with a birthday cake somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she planned all this with me just to surprise Stephlynn.&lt;br /&gt;So nice right to have such friend?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so envy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;I did emo for some time for no reason but when they asked me about it I denied.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too tired to get through the day today.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes when I saw friends having such problems I felt so bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew almost all of us have the problems but seems like some people are having it so just too frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Damn pathetic right?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel something different actually but I didn't really ask because I knew I wouldn't get the answer and I could expect what answer I would get.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I couldn't do something to help you to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are not that close enough to share those personal things.&lt;br /&gt;I knew how you feel actually.&lt;br /&gt;It's always hard to hide feelings from others especially you are born to be a bad liar.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I used to keep all my problems inside without revealing any to other.&lt;br /&gt;But after that incident, I start to change myself actually.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hoped you could handle it all by yourself or maybe you could speak to your best friend about it or maybe crying out could make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;You looked tough outside but deep inside your heart who knows how you really feel if you are not telling out.&lt;br /&gt;You make youself suffer by keeping it inside actually.&lt;br /&gt;So, try to speak out whenever you have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : It's hard to ask myself not to worry about you. From what I knew, when women insisted&lt;br /&gt;"I'm okay" they are actually not. I'm such a failure to see you to suffer like that. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/s : I miss you. I'm worry about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2203440718095287287?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2203440718095287287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrated-stephlynns-birthday-today-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2203440718095287287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2203440718095287287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrated-stephlynns-birthday-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4137563226127063333</id><published>2009-01-31T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:21:27.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in subang yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;I think I made the wrong decision this time.&lt;br /&gt;Regretted to back to here that early.&lt;br /&gt;It was so so so bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;To pass a minute is like passing an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to get to borrow a lappy to use if not I think I couldn't pass today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Chinese New Year come to an end today I guess, althought I knew according to Lunar calender, we celebrate Chinese New Year for 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst Chinese New Year that I had celebrated so far I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the recession but what to do with us(teenagers)?&lt;br /&gt;Parents were still giving ang pau but seems like we were the one who don't have the mood to go to get ang pau.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I judge my Chinese New Year whether it is good or bad by judging the amount of money that I got from ang pau??&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite money minded actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4137563226127063333?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4137563226127063333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-in-subang-yesterday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4137563226127063333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4137563226127063333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-in-subang-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8024279402580842398</id><published>2009-01-29T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:41:43.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was driving half back to town then got road block.&lt;br /&gt;First they asked for my driving license.&lt;br /&gt;Then here started the "funny" story.&lt;br /&gt;One of the two policemen asked me "Are you married?"&lt;br /&gt;I said no.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "not married cannot give ang pau?" because is new year right.&lt;br /&gt;I said no again.&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me that the other policeman is married.&lt;br /&gt;I said "Oh. So, you are the one should give me ang pau right?"&lt;br /&gt;Then the policemen said "Is your new year what. No ang pau for us?"&lt;br /&gt;What the heck right? So desperate for ang pau isit? Don't really understand those policemen.&lt;br /&gt;Why so desperate for it? Is people willingness to give them or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night went to ah Taat house.&lt;br /&gt;Me and another two friends shared to be banker.&lt;br /&gt;We lost rm50 not even in 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they wanted to go pub but I didn't feel like joining them for beer.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to another bunch of friends house for gamble la.&lt;br /&gt;Again. I damn suay.&lt;br /&gt;I lost another rm50 not in 1 hour but this time I wasn't the banker.&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad right?&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I continued gambling gambling and gambling.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly my mom called from home and asked me to go back.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what my ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;"Choi San Dou".&lt;br /&gt;Since my handphone rang, my so-called "form" came back.&lt;br /&gt;I went to winning spree and won back rm110 back.&lt;br /&gt;Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;My hoodie is just just so close right now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8024279402580842398?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8024279402580842398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-1084069801832945056</id><published>2009-01-28T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:25:27.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised myself not to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;But I really can't resist my desire.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite "challenging".&lt;br /&gt;The first days I was winning a few dollars just enough to buy myself a lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I lost rm30 and came back by winning rm50.&lt;br /&gt;Phew!...&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky...&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday at first I was losing but then I came back by winning rm70.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to earn myself a new hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my gambling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had achieved one of my new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;I drove during this Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my skills are improving from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;But, the worst one was I nearly crash with a car ; a stationary car&lt;br /&gt;The road was so narrow and the car parked at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care anything ; I just stepped brake all the way without caring about my clutch.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..Lucky again ; I managed to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-1084069801832945056?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/1084069801832945056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-promised-myself-not-to-gamble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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take vegetarian the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like damn pathetic right?&lt;br /&gt;But vegetarian is nice in some way actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So, I think most of you guys(marilz, steph, ryan, seng tiong and friends) are going to friends'/cousins' house right?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are going to gamble wish you Good Luck and win more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bet as well but just because it's Chinese New Year and gambling makes it more happening.&lt;br /&gt;All the best in Happy Cow Cow Year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choy&lt;br /&gt;San Tai Kin Hong&lt;br /&gt;Qiong Meng Pak Soi&lt;br /&gt;Nin Nin Yao Yu&lt;br /&gt;Sang Yi Heng Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-1843023654474511003?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7082581219816314632</id><published>2009-01-24T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:26:52.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't knew what happened&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my night outings.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was quite happy and felt comfortable after i managed to "solve" the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps was not solving but more on thinking from the other side where both parties might felt slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;So, I reached home and felt like blogging and I had to go to my shop to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked my mom was the alarm on?&lt;br /&gt;She replied "It's not off."&lt;br /&gt;So, I think it was on.&lt;br /&gt;Very common thinking right?&lt;br /&gt;I went to off the alarm then by pressing the passcode.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started to say "What are you doing? I told you is not off"&lt;br /&gt;I replied "Ya. That's why I'm trying to off it."&lt;br /&gt;Then we argued and finally I came to the final words and said.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know what are you talking about. You said not off means on la. Then I  go to off. What's the problem then?"&lt;br /&gt;Then I went downstairs and I heard he argued with another sibling.&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything could go smooth after yesterday night but it seemed like problems come after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7082581219816314632?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7082581219816314632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-didnt-knew-what-happened-i-thought-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7082581219816314632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SXtMHFd4VDI/AAAAAAAAACY/ohifMBfQRIY/s320/n708090016_1293939_219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish all of you Happy Chinese New Year again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SXtMcnGx3YI/AAAAAAAAACg/w1sIdq38UYQ/s1600-h/n708090016_1293944_1483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294909841321614722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SXtMcnGx3YI/AAAAAAAAACg/w1sIdq38UYQ/s320/n708090016_1293944_1483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6875674247694436489?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/6875674247694436489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalalalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6875674247694436489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6875674247694436489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SXtMHFd4VDI/AAAAAAAAACY/ohifMBfQRIY/s72-c/n708090016_1293939_219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4494302603975563728</id><published>2009-01-23T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:14:23.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out something.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I blog because I'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;No exception for this time too I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm thinking over it again.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just escape from it?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it makes things getting more dull.&lt;br /&gt;Even Chinese New Year is coming but I don't really have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s :I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4494302603975563728?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4494302603975563728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-out-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4494302603975563728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4494302603975563728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-out-something.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3895983580753290728</id><published>2009-01-22T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:37:21.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone told me, ALL of us are winner even before we were born out.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we are here to feel to see to experience the world.&lt;br /&gt;I used to advice people to look things from the positive side instead of thinking about the negative ones.&lt;br /&gt;But why I can advice and I can't do it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing myself once again.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I am doing that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering and struggling now.&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;It kept appearing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could share with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3895983580753290728?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3895983580753290728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-told-me-all-of-us-are-winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3895983580753290728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/3895983580753290728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-told-me-all-of-us-are-winner.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2206684162906246153</id><published>2009-01-21T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:19:17.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.v.E</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it's hard to love someone.&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to give everything into it but what I get in return actually?&lt;br /&gt;I wondered for quite a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Does it really worth it to put so much effort on it without having any back in return?&lt;br /&gt;Does time prove everything?&lt;br /&gt;What if don't?&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;I will try hard to get myself back on the track.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a winner and that's why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Wish all of my friends and family Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2206684162906246153?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2206684162906246153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2206684162906246153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/2206684162906246153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='L.O.v.E'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8272690219072348948</id><published>2008-12-20T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:48:19.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday my friends and I held a party ; a birthday party as well as a farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a big one and maybe the largest that we ever had.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ah Chen's house around 6.30 to get ready everything.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, the sky suddenly turned dark and we couldn't decide whether to set up the BBQ things or not.&lt;br /&gt;So, while we were waiting, we were "curi-curi-ing" to eat the fries.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, we finished almost quater of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then around 7.30pm we moved the BBQ things under the shaded area so that we could set it up.&lt;br /&gt;After that, everybody was here and busying to full their empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the karaoke room.&lt;br /&gt;So chun right, the house got special room for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Missed the chance to take picture there.&lt;br /&gt;I found out a special talent about them.&lt;br /&gt;They can sing Chinese songs, HOKKIEN songs and even English and Malay songs too.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, they liked old old Chinese and Hokkien songs.&lt;br /&gt;Damn siao right?&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing like hell in the room.&lt;br /&gt;After that, all went out of the room for beer time.&lt;br /&gt;We started to BBQ food again to serve it with beer.&lt;br /&gt;Some were damn "Siao" for beer.&lt;br /&gt;They challenged each other to compare who can drink more.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, few people vomited.&lt;br /&gt;Damn embarassing right?&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't like beer, I asked for car key to learn to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzsP8g-cEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_RsKpHZTqBQ/s1600-h/PC190767.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzsP8g-cEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_RsKpHZTqBQ/s320/PC190767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281856221685379138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       The birthday boy, Ah Cong aka InSecT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzmmMhffOI/AAAAAAAAABo/VonGd584O_s/s1600-h/PC190781.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzmmMhffOI/AAAAAAAAABo/VonGd584O_s/s320/PC190781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281850006869867746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah Xiang stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzmYboDDBI/AAAAAAAAABg/7Fm5eRJyd50/s1600-h/PC190776.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzmYboDDBI/AAAAAAAAABg/7Fm5eRJyd50/s320/PC190776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281849770405727250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Have no idea what signS they were showing. I'm "hidden"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzlmEck7FI/AAAAAAAAABY/OGyPSi8re50/s1600-h/PC190775.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzlmEck7FI/AAAAAAAAABY/OGyPSi8re50/s320/PC190775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281848905190141010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;I'm hidden again. Kok Sheng's cacat face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzrHi-i9-I/AAAAAAAAACI/tPOLDMPnVqo/s1600-h/PC190784.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/_8UZo9LD2odI/SUzrHi-i9-I/AAAAAAAAACI/tPOLDMPnVqo/s320/PC190784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281854977879504866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah Foo was trying to seduce someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8272690219072348948?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8272690219072348948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-175347143905588221</id><published>2008-12-06T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:33:35.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, finally and finally I can touch volleyball back.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed diving around the court to save ball.&lt;br /&gt;The day after that my whole body even legs were so painful.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just quite a period never go for excercise.&lt;br /&gt;There is a competition on 25-27 Dec but I didn't think I'm qualify to join anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Singapore on 13th till 15th December.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a shopaholic there.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get my Chinese New Year clothes since there are sales everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-3525454023025688327</id><published>2008-12-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:14:18.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam finally over.&lt;br /&gt;The burden that I hold for 2 weeks had finally gone.&lt;br /&gt;After exam, Ryan, Stephlynn, Marilyn and me went to Seoul Garden for Korean buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Very sorry for being a mood destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what was happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;It might because I was too tired because of the exam&lt;br /&gt;I never had good sleep for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it actually.&lt;br /&gt;The mood changed so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;I try to control myself next time.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went for another buffet again.&lt;br /&gt;It was in Jogoya in Starhill.&lt;br /&gt;It was Japanese buffet.&lt;br /&gt;The food were all fresh and delicious especially the tiramisu and the Haagen Dazs ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to join me for Jogoya next time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-3525454023025688327?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/3525454023025688327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/12/exam-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Brochure for my English haven't done yet.&lt;br /&gt;Human Communication presentation stuff I didn't even get ready with it yet.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what happened to me this few days.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I'm just so lazy to do anything even study for my final.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too stress with studies.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought back what am I to you all.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I felt so damn stress when I had to do all group stuff alone actually.&lt;br /&gt;I was acting like I could handle everything but who knows how I feel actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I really thought back why did I did everything for the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I could do only for my part what?&lt;br /&gt;Why was I being so busy body?&lt;br /&gt;Please I hoped you guys would help me out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a god that can settle everything by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I didn't want to voice out because I treated you all as close friend and I didn't want to hurt you all.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you all promised me to do things for me but in the end I had to do everything by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please I need some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to offend or hurt you all.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to voice out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I have no one that I can really share something like this actually.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it hurts or offends you guys/girls.&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/995048478500341173-2873427767384843228?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/2873427767384843228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6539155584503692793</id><published>2008-11-07T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:59:26.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did my worst presentation in today Malaysian Studies.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't really know how to do presentation.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck with me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to talk in front of crowd?&lt;br /&gt;But whatever la, I would definitely try to perform better in future presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final is coming in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start study from now.&lt;br /&gt;I am aiming to get an average of 80%.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get it if I want to enter Monash Uni.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on.&lt;br /&gt;You can do it.&lt;br /&gt;When there is a will, there will be a way.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible, impossible is nothing =)&lt;br /&gt;No worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6539155584503692793?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/6539155584503692793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-my-worst-presentation-in-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6539155584503692793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6539155584503692793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-my-worst-presentation-in-today.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2555920425102416415</id><published>2008-11-01T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:50:58.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn bored weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go back to Mentakab just because to study at here.&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up in cyber cafe for few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just because I was moody yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what really happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;But I could feel she was damn depressed and probably cried too?&lt;br /&gt;Few more weeks to go for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;I have to score at least an average of 80.&lt;br /&gt;Study hard. 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title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2439919161650346739</id><published>2008-10-30T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:27:29.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was told that I might get to reappeal my JPA scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;I actually will consider it if I really can successfully reappeal it.&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me to think more about it was my friends in Metropolitan.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if it wasn't related to my future, I would not leave my friends in Metropolitan.&lt;br /&gt;If someone ever asks me "Where and when do I really enjoy my study life?"&lt;br /&gt;I will tell them it was in Metropolitan College.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely could figure out which day am I really not laughing either in the class or outside.&lt;br /&gt;I promised to you all if I ever to leave Metropolitan, I really wouldn't forget every single of you who really been so close to me and crapped with me as well as laughed with me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I did think of it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is wait for the answer from the JPA first.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and appreaciate what am I having now.&lt;br /&gt;I really apologise especially to Steph because I didn't meant to bully and criticise you.&lt;br /&gt;That is the way I really communicate with my very close friend.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you wouldn't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-2439919161650346739?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6310688528803044894</id><published>2008-10-17T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T05:30:53.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in Human Communication class I took a personality test.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether the result are really matching with the real personality of mine or not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today the idiot Malaysian Studies test dragged to next week again.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I ran out of the hall even with the lecturer inside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Mentakab straight away after he told us that the test canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENFP in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);"&gt;Personality and Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ENFPs take their relationships very seriously, but also approach them with a childlike enthusiasm and energy.  They seek and demand authenticity and depth in their personal relationships, and will put forth a lot of effort into making things work out.  They are warm, considerate, affirming, nurturing, and highly invested in the health of the relationship.  They have excellent interpersonal skills, and are able to inspire and motivate others to be the best that they can be.   Energetic and effervescent, the ENFP is sometimes smothering in their enthusiasm, but are generally highly valued for their genuine warmth and high ideals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt; ENFP Strengths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;Most ENFPs will exhibit the following strengths with regards to relationships issues: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;li&gt; Good communication skills &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Very perceptive about people's thought and motives &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Motivational, inspirational; bring out the best in others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Warmly affectionate and affirming &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Fun to be with - lively sense of humor, dramatic, energetic, optimistic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Strive for "win-win" situations &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Driven to meet other's needs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Usually loyal and dedicated &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt; ENFP Weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;Most ENFPs will exhibit the following weaknesses with regards to relationship issues: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;li&gt; Tendency to be smothering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Their enthusiasm may lead them to be unrealistic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Uninterested in dealing with "mundane" matters such as cleaning, paying bills, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Hold onto bad relationships long after they've turned bad &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Extreme dislike of conflict &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Extreme dislike of criticism &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't pay attention to their own needs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Constant quest for the perfect relationship may make them change relationships frequently &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; May become bored easily &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Have difficulty scolding or punishing others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt; ENFPs as Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before."  -- Rollo May&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ENFPs make warm, considerate, passionate partners who are generally willing, eager, and able to do whatever it takes to make The Relationship a positive place to be.  They are enthusiastic, idealistic, focused on other people's feelings, and very flexible.  These attributes combine to make them especially interested in positive personal relationships, and also makes them very able to promote strong relationships in fun and creative ways.  ENFPs take their  commitments very seriously, and are generally deeply loyal and faithful to their partners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;There are a couple of difficult relationship areas for the ENFP.  The first problem is that many ENFPs have a problem leaving bad relationships.  They tend to internalize any problems and take them on their own shoulders, believing that the success or failure of the relationship is their own responsibility.  As perfectionists, they don't like to admit defeat, and will stick with bad situations long after they should have left.  When they do leave the relationship, they will believe that the failure was their fault, and that there was surely something they could have done to save the relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;On the entirely other end of the spectrum, many ENFPs have a difficult time staying focused and following things through to completion.  If they have not focused on their ability to follow  through, they may have problems staying in dedicated, monogamous relationships.  They are so in tune with all of the exciting possibilities of what could be, that they will always fantasize about a greener pasture out there somewhere.  If they are not paired with a partner who enjoys new experiences, or who shares their idealistic enthusiasm,  the ENFP may become bored. The ENFP who is bored and who is not focused will be very unhappy, and will eventually "leave" the relationship if the problem is not addressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;Since relationships are central to the ENFP's life, they will be very "hands on" and involved with their intimate relationships.  They may be in the habit of constantly asking their partner how they're doing, what they're feeling, etc.  This behavior may be a bit smothering, but it also supports a strong awareness of the health (or illness) of the relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sexually, The ENFP is creative, perfectionistic, playful and affectionate.  Their rich fantasy world makes them fun and creative lovers, who usually have new ideas up their sleeves.  They whole-heartedly embrace the opportunity for closeness with their mates, believing sexual intimacy to be a positive, fun way to express how much you love each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;The ENFP needs to be given positive assurance and affirmation.  More than one ENFP has been known to "go fishing" for compliments.  They like to hear from their significant others that they are loved and valued, and are willing and eager to return the favor.  They enjoy lavishing love and affection on their mates, and are creative and energetic in their efforts to please.  The ENFP gets a lot of their personal satisfaction from observing the happiness of others, and so is generally determined to please and serve their partners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;A problem area for ENFPs in relationships is their dislike of conflict and sensitivity to criticism.  They are perfectionists who believe that any form of criticism is a stab at their character, which is very difficult for them to take.  Conflict situations are  sources of extreme stress to the ENFP.  They have a tendency to brush issues under the rug  rather than confront them head-on, if there is likely to be a conflict.  They are also prone  to "give in" easily in conflict situations, just to end the conflict.  They might agree to  something which goes against their values just to end the uncomfortable situation.  In such  cases, the problem is extended and will return at a later time.  The ENFP needs to realize  that conflict situations are not the end of the world.  They are entirely normal, and can be  quite helpful for the growth of a relationship.  They also need to work on taking criticism  for what it is, rather than blowing up any negative comment into an indictment against their  entire character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;Generally, the ENFP is a warm and affirming creature who is very interested and able to have an intense, meaningful, close relationship with their mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;Although two well-developed individuals of any type can enjoy a healthy relationship, ENFP's natural partner is the  &lt;a href="http://personalitypage.com/INTJ.html"&gt;INTJ&lt;/a&gt;, or the &lt;a href="http://personalitypage.com/INFJ.html"&gt;INFJ.&lt;/a&gt; ENFP's dominant function of Extraverted Intuition is best matched with a partner whose dominant function is Introverted Intuition.   &lt;a href="http://personalitypage.com/partners.html"&gt;How did we arrive at this?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt; ENFPs as Parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth...&lt;br /&gt;Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;&lt;br /&gt;For even as He loves the arrow that flies,&lt;br /&gt;so He loves also the bow that is stable."  -- Kahlil Gibran&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ENFPs take their parenting role very seriously, but are also very playful.  There's a bit of grown-up kid in every ENFP, so they get a lot of fun and enjoyment from playing with their children.  However, they consider it essential to pass their strongly-held values and beliefs down to their children, and will strive consistently to create a positive, ideal environment for their children's growth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;The ENFP may exhibit an inconsistency in their roles with their children.  At one moment, they might be their child's best friend, laughing and whooping it up, and in the next moment they may appear the stern authoritarian.  This inconsistency seems to be a result of a conflict between the ENFP's genuine desire to relate to their children on the children's level,  and their compulsion to follow their deeply-felt value system.  In other words, the ENFP wants to be their child's friend, but if a value is violated, they will revert to the parental role to make sure their children understand the violation. This inconsistency may be confusing and frustrating for the children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;The children of ENFPs generally feel loved, because the ENFP gives their children plenty of  genuine warmth and support.  They usually value their children as individuals, allowing  them room for growth.  The ENFP's enthusiasm and affection may at times seem smothering to their children.  This will be especially true for children with strong Thinking or Sensing preferences, who will have a difficult time understanding the effervescence of the ENFP, and will feel at times embarassed by the ENFP's enthusiasm and tendency to display their affection publicly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;The ENFP is able to take care of day-to-day necessities, such as picking children up at the correct times, getting them to softball practice, getting them fed, etc.  However, it is a chore for the ENFP and is not a natural strength.  The ENFP also has a difficult time disciplining their children, unless a very strongly-held value has been violated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;The rich imagination and creativity of the ENFP parent creates a fun, dynamic and exciting environment for kids.  The ENFP's strong value system turns experiences into meaningful lessons for their children.  The ENFP parent is valued by their children for their  warm, affirming natures, and their fun-loving approach to living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt; ENFPs as Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ENFPs are warm and sociable people who are keenly in tune with other people's feelings and perspectives.  They are energetic and fun to be with.  They are very affirming, and get great satisfaction from supporting and lifting up others.  They are idealists who seek authenticity in their personal relationships.  ENFPs are valued by their peers and confidantes as warm, supportive, giving people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;In the workplace or other casual relationship environments, the ENFP is likely to get along well with almost all other types of people.  ENFPs are genuinely interested in people, and are highly perceptive about them, to the point where they're able to understand and relate to all of the personality types with relative ease. They like to see the best in others, and are likely to bring out the best in others.  While they are generally accepting of most all people, ENFPs with strong Feeling preferences may have a difficult time understanding  people with very strong Thinking preferences who do not respond to the ENFP's enthusiastic  warmth.  The ENFP will stay open-minded about what they consider a "rejection" by the Thinker,  until the situation has repeated itself a few times, in which case the ENFP may shut themselves entirely against the Thinker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="times new roman"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;ENFPs may also feel threatened by individuals with strong Judging preferences. With a tendency to take any criticism personally, the ENFP may find themselves irritated or emotional when the Judger expresses a negative opinion, believing somehow that the Judger is expressing disapproval or disappointment in the ENFP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:100%;" &gt;For close friendships, ENFPs are especially drawn to other iNtuitive Feeling types, and to  other Extraverts who are also enthusiastic about life.  Like the other iNtuitive Feeling types, the ENFP needs authenticity and depth in their close relationships.  They're likely to have friends from all walks of life who they feel close to and care about, but will have only a few very close friends with similar ideals to their own. The ENFP also tends to value the company of iNtuitive Thinkers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENFP's Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);"&gt;Personal Growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:18;"&gt;What does &lt;i&gt;Success&lt;/i&gt; mean to an ENFP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; are motivated in everything that they do by a desire to understand the world around them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are constantly searching about. Mentally and physically, for input that will help them to better understand the Big Picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are open-minded to new people and new experiences; they’re eager for the opportunity to understand what the new people and experiences are all about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; use their understanding of the world to serve the agendas of their value systems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFP’s&lt;/span&gt; value system often includes respect for the needs and desires of individual people over the needs of a social group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their respect for the individual makes them dislike controlling others, and being controlled by others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; are passionate about their beliefs, whatever they may be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They often stubbornly adhere to their value system regardless of threats to its validity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are more concerned with keeping true to what they believe than they are with expectations or demands from the social group that they function within.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; dislike personal criticism, because it threatens their validity as an individual and the validity of their value system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; may internalize anger rather than express it; their respect for other individuals makes it difficult for them to hurt others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFP’s&lt;/span&gt; feeling of success depends upon the availability of opportunities to grow their understanding of the world, upon feeling that they’re living true to their personal value system, and upon the condition of their closest relationships. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:18;"&gt;Allowing Your ENFP Strengths to Flourish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;As an ENFP, you have gifts that are specific to your personality type that aren't natural strengths for other types. By recognizing your special gifts and encouraging their growth and development, you will more readily see your place in the world, and be more content with your role. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Nearly all &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; will recognize the following characteristics in themselves. They should embrace and nourish these strengths: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They’re exceptionally perceptive about people and situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re often able to quickly and accurately assess where someone is coming from.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They accept and value people as individuals, and are strongly egalitarian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They believe that individuals have the right to be themselves, and are very tolerant and accepting of most people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They’re often deep and intelligent, and may be quite brilliant in their ability to tie things together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re wired to look for connections in the external world, and so they may mentally put things together more easily than others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Their interest in understanding the world usually makes them in tune with what’s socially acceptable and what isn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This may help them to be popular and likeable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They’re highly creative.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This ability may be used in an artistic way, or may be used to generate ideas and new ways of thinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; have developed their Introverted Feeling to the extent that they apply judgement to all of their perceptions will enjoy these very special gifts: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They will have the ability to follow through on projects they’ve begun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They will be less gullible and malleable, and generally more able to discern between “good” and “bad”, rather than accepting everything without question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They may be highly artistic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They will have the ability to focus and concentrate deeply on tasks. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This enhanced ability to think and process information internally will make them more capable on many levels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They will balance out their desire to meet new people and have new experiences with the desire to put their understanding to use in some way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;They will find more meaning and purpose in their lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:18;"&gt;Potential Problem Areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;With any gift of strength, there is an associated weakness. Without "bad", there would be no "good". Without "difficult", there would be no "easy". We value our strengths, but we often curse and ignore our weaknesses. To grow as a person and get what we want out of life, we must not only capitalize upon our strengths, but also face our weaknesses and deal with them. That means taking a hard look at our personality type's potential problem areas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Most of the weaker characteristics found in &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; are due to their dominant Extraverted Intuition &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;overshadowing &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; personality to the extent that they don’t apply judgement to anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or, they may use their primary judging function (Introverted Feeling) to support the agenda of Extraverted Intuition, i.e. to rationalize and support the idea of welcoming all experiences and accepting all individuals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In such cases, an ENFP may show some or all of the following weaknesses in varying degree:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May be what many would call a “sucker”; vulnerable to schemers and con artists.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May get themselves into dangerous situations because they’re too eager to push the envelope of their understanding, and not willing to apply judgement to anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May feel intense anger towards people who criticize them or try to control them. But will be unable to express the anger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Left unexpressed, the anger may fester and simmer and become destructive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May blame their problems on other people, using logic and ration to defend themselves against the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May develop strong negative judgements that are difficult to &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;unseed&lt;/span&gt; against people who they perceive have been oppressive to them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May get involved with drugs, alcohol, or promiscuity, and generally seek mindless experiences and sensations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May skip from relationship to relationship without the ability to commit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May start projects but be unable to finish them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;May be unable to stick to a career or job for any length of time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:18;"&gt;Explanation of Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Nearly all of the problematic characteristics described above can be attributed in various degrees to the common ENFP problem of wanting to understand and experience everything at any cost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the ENFP does not learn how to discriminate things and people in their external environment, the ENFP will begin to use their judging function (Introverted Feeling) as solve a “rubber &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;stamper&lt;/span&gt;” to support their agenda to seek out experiences.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a natural &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;survivalistic&lt;/span&gt; technique for the ENFP personality. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The main driver to the ENFP personality is Extraverted Intuition, whose purpose is to understand the world as one Big Picture, seeking connections and meaning in everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If their ability to seek understanding is threatened, the ENFP shuts out the threatening force.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is totally natural, but unfortunately the individual who exercises this type of agenda protection regularly will become more and more unable to apply judgement to anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the unbalanced ENFP does apply judgement, it will generally be skewed to support their subjective agenda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will always find justification for their own inappropriate behaviour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will be unable to finish anything that they start, and generally wander through life from experience to experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;It’s very common for &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; to resist applying judgement until they feel they truly understand a person or situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, part of the understanding process includes using discernment to classify qualities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the ENFP shuts judgement off entirely, he or she will not achieve their ultimate goal of understanding; rather they will jump from experience to experience in a purposeless fashion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Anger can be a problem for anybody, but may be especially so for &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; who have not sufficiently developed their Introverted Feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The desire to keep everything non-judgemental, combined with the tendency to use Introverted Feeling as justification rather than true judgement is a recipe for suppressed anger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are very contradictory forces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I hate you for judging me” is an ironic feeling, but is unfortunately common.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The inability to apply &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;judgement,&lt;/span&gt; or to accept negative judgement prevents the ENFP from expressing negative judgement, and therefore causes them to stew in their anger, rather than deal with it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:18;"&gt;Solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;To grow as an individual, the ENFP needs to focus on applying judgement to all of their perceptions. This means they need to decide how they really feel about people, places and things, rather than allowing their feelings to hang open indeterminately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ENFP needs to understand that developing their ability to discern qualities does not threaten their ability to understand the world, but rather enhances it, and enhances their personal changes for achieving a measure of success in their lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;The ENFP concerned with personal growth will pay close attention to their motivation for making a judgement. Are they trying to really determine the objective value or merit of something, or are they trying to defend their individual right to not be judged or controlled?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The goal when judging something is to not let your personal agenda influence your opinions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, this is not entirely possible, but it is the exercise to keep in mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You want to open your mind to judgement without feeling threatened, and without using your own judgement in a defensive, rationalizing mode.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:18;"&gt;Living Happily in our World as an ENFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;As can be seen from the above, some &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ENFPs&lt;/span&gt; can have difficulty fitting into society. Their problems are often due top feeling different from others because of their dominant Intuition, and being unable to stick to anything long enough to feel a sense of accomplishment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They feel like they don’t fit in, and can’t find the place where they belong in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ENFP who consistently makes decisions and applies classifications to their ideas will be able to turn their ideas into reality, and experience the feelings of accomplishment and success that accompany being effective. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;The key to personal growth for the ENFP is competent execution of Introverted Feeling. It’s difficult for most to understand what this means, much less incorporate that directive into your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have created some action-oriented suggestions that will help lead you down the path towards more effective use of the Introverted Feeling function. Specific suggestions: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;When you feel angry or resistant towards someone who you feel is criticizing you, take this as a cue that you are not judging effectively.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When that happens, take a step back from your anger and try to really hear what the person is saying objectively.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rather than expending mental energy in defining how the other person is wrong, try to judge what the person is actually saying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Periodically make lists of goals and accomplishments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Revisit your goals and accomplishments as often as you’d like to maintain a sense of direction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Spend time alone regularly for the purpose of thinking through issues in your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:18;"&gt;Ten Rules to Live By to Achieve ENFP Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Feed Your Strengths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Make sure you have opportunities to have new experiences to feel your quest of understanding the world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Face Your Weaknesses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Realize and accept that some traits are strengths and some are weaknesses. By facing your weaknesses, you can overcome them and they will have less power over you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Express Your Feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Don’t let anger get bottled up inside you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you have strong feelings, sort them out and express them, or they may become destructive!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Make Decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Don't be afraid to have an opinion. You need to know how you feel about things in order to be effective. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Smile at Criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Try to see disagreement and discord as an opportunity for growth, because that’s exactly what it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try not to become overly defensive towards criticism; try to hear it and judge it objectively.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Be Aware of Others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Remember that there are 15 other personality types out there who see things differently than you see them. Most of your problems with other people are easier to deal with if you try to understand the other person's perspective. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Be Aware of Yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Don't stint your own needs for the sake of others too much. Realise you are an important focus. If you do not &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; your own needs, how will continue to be effective and how will others know you are true to your beliefs? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Be Accountable for Yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Don’t waste mental energy finding blame in other’s behaviour, or in identifying yourself as a victim.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have more control over your life than any other person has.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;Assume the Best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt; Don't distress yourself by assuming the worst.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember that a positive attitude creates positive situations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:13;"&gt;When in Doubt, Ask Questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:13;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Don't assume that the lack of feedback is the same thing as negative feedback. If you need feedback and don't have any, ask for it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;ENFP as   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;The Inspirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As an ENFP, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you take things in primarily via your intuition.  Your secondary mode is internal, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit in with your personal value system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential.  They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things.  Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types.  They can talk their way in or out of anything.  They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs have an unusually broad range of skills and talents.  They are good at most things which interest them.  Project-oriented, they may go through several different careers during their lifetime.  To onlookers, the ENFP may seem directionless and without purpose, but ENFPs are actually quite consistent, in that they have a strong sense of values which they live with throughout their lives.  Everything that they do must be in line with their values. An ENFP needs to feel that they are living their lives as their true Self, walking in step with what they believe is right.  They see meaning in everything, and are on a continuous quest to adapt their lives and values to achieve inner peace.  They're constantly aware and somewhat fearful of losing touch with themselves. Since emotional excitement is usually an important part of the ENFP's life, and because they are focused on keeping "centered", the ENFP is usually an intense individual, with highly evolved values. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An ENFP needs to focus on following through with their projects.  This can be a problem area for some of these individuals.  Unlike other Extraverted types, ENFPs need time alone to center themselves, and make sure they are moving in a direction which is in sync with their values.  ENFPs who remain centered will usually be quite successful at their endeavors.  Others may fall into the habit of dropping a project when they become excited about a new possibility, and thus they never achieve the great accomplishments which they are capable of achieving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most ENFPs have great people skills.  They are genuinely warm and interested in people, and place great importance on their inter-personal relationships. ENFPs almost always have a strong need to be liked.  Sometimes, especially at a younger age, an ENFP will tend to be "gushy" and insincere, and generally "overdo" in an effort to win acceptance.  However, once an ENFP has learned to balance their need to be true to themselves with their need for acceptance, they excel at bringing out the best in others, and are typically well-liked. They have an exceptional ability to intuitively understand a person after a very short period of time, and use their intuition and flexibility to relate to others on their own level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery.  They place no importance on detailed, maintenance-type tasks, and will frequently remain oblivous to these types of concerns.  When they do have to perform these tasks, they do not enjoy themselves. This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP's family members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An ENFP who has "gone wrong" may be quite manipulative - and very good it. The gift of gab which they are blessed with makes it naturally easy for them to get what they want.  Most ENFPs will not abuse their abilities, because that would not jive with their value systems.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs sometimes make serious errors in judgment.  They have an amazing ability to intuitively perceive the truth about a person or situation, but when they apply judgment to their perception, they may jump to the wrong conclusions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs who have not learned to follow through may have a difficult time remaining happy in marital relationships.  Always seeing the possibilities of what could be, they may become bored with what actually is.  The strong sense of values will keep many ENFPs dedicated to their relationships.  However, ENFPs like a little excitement in their lives, and are best matched with individuals who are comfortable with change and new experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having an ENFP parent can be a fun-filled experience, but may be stressful at times for children with strong Sensing or Judging tendancies.   Such children may see the  ENFP parent as inconsistent and difficult to understand, as the children are pulled along in the whirlwind life of the ENFP.  Sometimes the ENFP will want to be their child's best friend, and at other times they will play  the parental authoritarian.  But ENFPs are always consistent in their value systems, which they will impress on their children above all else, along with a basic joy of living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs are basically happy people.  They may become unhappy when they are confined to strict schedules or mundane tasks.  Consequently, ENFPs work best in situations where they have a lot of flexibility, and where they can work with people and ideas.  Many go into business for themselves.  They have the ability to be quite productive with little supervision,  as long as they are excited about what they're doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because they are so alert and sensitive, constantly  scanning their environments, ENFPs often suffer from muscle tension. They have a strong need to be independent, and resist being controlled or labelled.  They need to maintain control over themselves, but they do not believe in controlling others.  Their dislike of dependence and suppression extends to others as well as to themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENFPs are charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individuals with capabilities ranging across a broad spectrum.  They have many gifts which they will use to fulfill themselves and those near them, if they are able to remain centered and  master the ability of following through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jungian functional preference ordering for ENFP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dominant:  Extraverted Intuition&lt;br /&gt;Auxiliary:  Introverted Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary:  Extraverted Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Inferior:  Introverted Sensing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Careers for ENFP Personality Types&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether you're a young adult trying to find your place in the world, or a not-so-young adult trying to find out if you're moving along the right path, it's important to understand yourself and the personality traits which will impact your likeliness to succeed or fail at various careers.  It's equally important to understand what is really important to you.  When armed with an understanding of your strengths and weaknesses, and an awareness of what you truly value, you are in an excellent position to pick a career which you will find rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENFPs generally have the following traits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Project-oriented &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Bright and capable &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Warmly, genuinely interested in people; great people skills &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Extremely intuitive and perceptive about people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Able to relate to people on their own level &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Service-oriented; likely to put the needs of others above their own &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Future-oriented &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Dislike performing routine tasks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Need approval and appreciation from others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cooperative and friendly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Creative and energetic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Well-developed verbal and written communication skills &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Natural leaders, but do not like to control people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Resist being controlled by others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Can work logically and rationally - use their intuition to understand the goal and work backwards towards it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Usually able to grasp difficult concepts and theories &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENFPs are lucky in that they're good a quite a lot of different things. An ENFP can generally achieve a good degree of success at anything which has interested them.  However, ENFPs get bored rather easily and are not  naturally good at following things through to completion. Accordingly, they should avoid jobs which require performing a lot of detailed, routine-oriented  tasks.  They will do best in professions which allow them to creatively generate new ideas and deal closely with people.  They will not be happy in positions which are confining and regimented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The following list of professions is built on our impressions of careers which would be especially suitable for an ENFP.  It is meant to be a starting place, rather than an exhaustive list.  There are no guarantees that any or all of the careers listed here would be appropriate for you, or that your best career match is among those listed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possible Career Paths for the ENFP:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Consultant &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Psychologist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Entrepreneur &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Actor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Teacher &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Counselor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Politician / Diplomat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Writer / Journalist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Television Reporter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Computer Programmer, Systems Analyst, or Computer Specialist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Scientist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Engineer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-6725210534946377782</id><published>2008-10-14T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:01:50.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Today got the results for microeconomics.&lt;br /&gt;I got 19.4 out of 20.&lt;br /&gt;So, if both the tests were added up I got 27.4 out of 30.&lt;br /&gt;I have to score another 62.6 marks at least to reach the excellent academic awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday I will have my human communication and malaysian studies test.&lt;br /&gt;What really annoying me was the malaysian studies actually.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to go back to Mentakab on this Friday and I wanted to 'ponteng' malaysian studies.&lt;br /&gt;The test actually was given last friday and the lecturer postponed to this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;So, it is either I take the test and run off after that or I'm going to stay in Subang this weekend again.&lt;br /&gt;Or praying for the class to end earlier than expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6725210534946377782?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/6725210534946377782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-much-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;As what I heard it started to jam at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend decided to leave at night around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;At first we were so relief at first because there was no congestion.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Karak, everything turned out different.&lt;br /&gt;It started to jam.&lt;br /&gt;Cars were moving at very low speed.&lt;br /&gt;We reached Subang at 1.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday got my Accounting test marks.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I got full marks and it weighed 20 marks of my final.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Quite proud of it but whenever somebody asked me about that I felt like not telling them&lt;br /&gt;Quite curious why I did so right?&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was because people will rather say "Wah, you genius la. Show off la."&lt;br /&gt;That was my opinion but I still have to answer them if they asked me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-1546259908413934566?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/1546259908413934566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-came-back-to-subang-on-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1546259908413934566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/1546259908413934566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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to me and all my fellow mates.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-5920282913260413137?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/5920282913260413137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/10/ops-time-passed-so-damn-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5920282913260413137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5920282913260413137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/10/ops-time-passed-so-damn-fast.html' 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to Vern's with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;She was the one who was buying shoes and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;So, I walked around and tried to be 'kepo' and saw this sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;It shoe laces attracted me ; I meant the colour of the laces.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway feel free to comment on my new sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;My first pair of sneakers in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to buy the one with green laces even sister said the green one looked nicer  but I felt orange more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SN-SbjskTfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j-mZSErnt5c/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SN-SbjskTfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j-mZSErnt5c/s320/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251076692673580530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Money No Enough 2 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;The ending part was so touching.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I admitted that I really cried when I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold my tears but it was real damn hard to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I felt empathy towards the mother.&lt;br /&gt;If I was the mother, I think I would do so too.&lt;br /&gt;But for the son part, I would do so.&lt;br /&gt;I would save the mother first then save my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;That's my opinion ; my own perception.&lt;br /&gt;No offence&lt;br /&gt;She sacrificed herself for the children and granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the movie reflected the actual behaviour of those Singaporeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6627492072156302244?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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holiday so that we can relax ourselves during holidays not stress up ourselves what.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid college =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4178632324044861240?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4178632324044861240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-days-ago-accidentally-locked-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4178632324044861240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4178632324044861240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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saw another ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;Again our thought was about the two cars which both might seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what next?&lt;br /&gt;Another ambulance passed by.&lt;br /&gt;It made us felt curious that what was happening to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;Next was RESCUE 999 and bomba/fire extinguisher.&lt;br /&gt;I think if that were you all, you all would feel curious and thought of giving a look on the accident right? So, would we too.&lt;br /&gt;We asked for the bill quickly and then we got up into the car and ready for our "JOURNEY".&lt;br /&gt;At first we had no idea where the accident took place until we saw a police car.&lt;br /&gt;We patrolled the police car into the Songsang road which led to the highway.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we couldn't catch up the police car.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what again.&lt;br /&gt;We saw another ambulance came out from the highway.&lt;br /&gt;So, we were all agree to go into the highway to watch the accident.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a distance actually until we saw the accident.&lt;br /&gt;We saw ambulances, bus, cars, people surrounding the scene.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped our car at the side and wanted to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a passerby in the car told us it was nothing to see because it was only TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;We was like WHAT THE FUCK? TRAINING?&lt;br /&gt;It was so damn real with the siren and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, we got cheated.&lt;br /&gt;We took all the way to Chenor to go back to Temerloh.&lt;br /&gt;It was like haunted road.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, from the highway to Chenor not even 10 cars passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we came out from the highway at Chenor.&lt;br /&gt;Once we got out, there was a road block.&lt;br /&gt;Damn bad luck right?&lt;br /&gt;Among us were 5 cars with licensed drive and another didn't have it.&lt;br /&gt;So, he was asked to pay a summon but then you guys know that Malaysia's police like corruption one.&lt;br /&gt;He said "So, what now? What to do with you? Summon?"&lt;br /&gt;It was so obvious that he was asking for corruption.&lt;br /&gt;My friend actually gave him rm50 and everything was fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started our "JOURNEY" back to Temerloh.&lt;br /&gt;First was cheated and  followed by road block.&lt;br /&gt;Was that too coincident which led us to the "accident"?&lt;br /&gt;Police first, then we saw ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that was coincident.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all was planned?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was something bitter to remember and maybe some parts were funny too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is hopefully no more next time.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity was the key which led us to watch the idiotic "accident".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8074923417352305132?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8074923417352305132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/09/curiosity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8074923417352305132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/8074923417352305132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/09/curiosity.html' title='Curiosity?!!!'/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8148151579395526698</id><published>2008-09-16T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:58:12.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya, forgot to post what happened to me on last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I never go back to Mentakab last week.&lt;br /&gt;Because I had to pass the curtins to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;He came all the way from Singapore to go for his friend's wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I met him in Mid Valley to pass his the curtins and I took taxi from Subang to Mid Valley that costed me 20 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Once I met him, we went out for lunch in Kim Gary.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for shopping to get some stuff but not me.&lt;br /&gt;Around 1 hour later, Jhulen called me and asked me whether want to go for futsal or not.&lt;br /&gt;Since I had nothing to do so I said I wanted to join him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I only could last for 15 minutes in the court.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was looking substitue which really didn't have any.&lt;br /&gt;So, no other way, I offered the goalie to change with me,so that I could take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;We did thrashed the other team.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a quite good game.&lt;br /&gt;The worst one came after the game.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was aching. Therefore, I went into toilet. Unfortunately, nothing come out ; not even fart too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Jhulen fetched me back home and I took bath and rested myself after that.&lt;br /&gt;So, came the disasterous night for me.&lt;br /&gt;I went into the toilet for 5 times in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing came out as well not even fart too!&lt;br /&gt;It was so suffering.&lt;br /&gt;At first I really had no idea what was happening until one of my friends told me that it was a sign of food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;I took some medcine. I thought it would help but then it was all the same.&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep in order to "reduce" the sufferness but then it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I came up with the idea of making myself puke.&lt;br /&gt;It took me few times to make myself puke.&lt;br /&gt;But then, it really worked.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lot better after that.&lt;br /&gt;It could the worst night that I passed in my life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8148151579395526698?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8148151579395526698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-ya-forgot-to-post-what-happened-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Teishoku or something like rice with tempura (prawns, crab meats, fish and vegetables).&lt;br /&gt;At first it was quite nice, when finishing the food it was like errr.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Promised myself that I wouldn't ever order any tempura with rice anymore.!!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Jaya One nearby SS2 to meet friends.&lt;br /&gt;They drank beer so did I.&lt;br /&gt;But  I only took a few sip of Hoeegarden and Leffe.&lt;br /&gt;Hoeegarden tasted quite suck for me.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Leffe more.&lt;br /&gt;I think I got allergic again.&lt;br /&gt;My body started to get itchy again.&lt;br /&gt;As what my brother told me, drink more and used to it first.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the allergic will no more.&lt;br /&gt;Isit really work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4168362102412051831?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-4803255175717045220</id><published>2008-09-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:55:36.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had my human communication quiz.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it could be something that really tested me up but then when I got the questions, it was like, wah how to not score it?&lt;br /&gt;It was only 15 minutes quiz but then I didn't even need 10 minutes to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there was no any silly mistakes were did by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I got some sort of little presentation for my Malaysian Studies too.&lt;br /&gt;It was on effects of darurat or state of emergency during 1948-1960.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it wasn't my piece of work but I was praised by the lecturer for the work.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow like so proud of "MY" own work.&lt;br /&gt;Accounting exam coming the next week and the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But then I felt it wasn't a hard test since it was form 4 works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-4803255175717045220?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/4803255175717045220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-had-my-human-communication-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4803255175717045220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/4803255175717045220'/><link rel='alternate' 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already.&lt;br /&gt;A few people were shocked when they saw that.&lt;br /&gt;It really passed so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Studying for my human communication quizes tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it is easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-5960232809067489036?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/5960232809067489036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-english-presentation-was-over-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/5960232809067489036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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her to Kajang.&lt;br /&gt;We took our dinner in SS 19.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it was a bit horrible for me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was so hungry but when the dishes were served I didn't dare to take much because it was so little.&lt;br /&gt;So, actually i starved that day.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to Pyramid for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour walk then we got to go back cause it was closing at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;On the way fetching my cousin brother back to his girlfriend's home,we passed by Hang Tuah and saw fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nice but not as amazing as the Olympic one.&lt;br /&gt;It only lasted for few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The government was so damn stingy.&lt;br /&gt;No budget don't spend on such things la.&lt;br /&gt;After that, reached my aunt friend's home in Kajang.&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached I cleaned myself and I looked for the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went for don't know which place for dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;It was dirt cheap.&lt;br /&gt;We only spent 80 bucks to full 8 persons stomach.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Jenjarom to visit aunt friend's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do there.&lt;br /&gt;Just listened to them chit chatting around.&lt;br /&gt;Next was KLANG!&lt;br /&gt;My aunt brought me to Bukit Tinggi Jaya Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;As what I heard, it was the biggest Jusco in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was quite big.&lt;br /&gt;The male went for window shopping for few hours, but my aunt and her friends bought a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to la ba cha, those selling chinese tea products shop.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, this was the place where I really got shocked by the MARILYN!!&lt;br /&gt;She tapped my shoulder and I thought  who was that.&lt;br /&gt;I thought someone tried to snatch or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I turned back I saw Marilyn.&lt;br /&gt;She was with her boyfriend if I not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like hitting her for scaring the hell of me!&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to IoI mall in Puchong.&lt;br /&gt;Got to buy one formal shirt for my next presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to buy some jeans or even clothes if possible but I didn't have the budget.&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I want my aunt to pay for me.&lt;br /&gt;But actually she bought me the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SLt6h0ohj6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PVN5yT1ZWP8/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SLt6h0ohj6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/PVN5yT1ZWP8/s320/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240917312858591138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this stage was quite nice so I took pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;It was in IOI mall.&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;If there was a pretty girl in traditional costume it would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Serdang for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, finally I got back to Subang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7209444403015370283?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7209444403015370283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-saturday-was-alone-in-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7209444403015370283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7209444403015370283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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IMPROVE! and IMPROVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to improve myself!&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to speak good English.&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to learn to communicate properly.&lt;br /&gt;Next week gonna  have my Microeconomics quiz.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that I could really score full marks for it.&lt;br /&gt;Okok! Talk less and do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm addicted to the life here.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter filled my days.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it's like a little heaven for me.&lt;br /&gt;Even a little things could make me laugh for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite relax and enjoy the life here.&lt;br /&gt;I never experience such life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went out with Selvesh.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted our problems and past experiences.&lt;br /&gt;You know what!&lt;br /&gt;Actually both of us  share most of the same similarities.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is the friends I really looking for?&lt;br /&gt;He taught me quite a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should learn from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are we here?"&lt;br /&gt;"If GOD created me, why don't he see me?" quoted from Selvesh&lt;br /&gt;I should think about it. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-6704449891384476509?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/6704449891384476509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/08/improve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6704449891384476509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/6704449891384476509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/08/improve.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8411628947559984527</id><published>2008-08-13T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:18:09.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda not used to the environment here.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was all because I had to stay in air-conditioned room almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It made me felt dry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started my first lecture lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Can understand 90% of the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;For the loss of the 10% was because of my own language problem.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't understand deep English.&lt;br /&gt;My tutorial will start next week.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow have no class again. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;Have to stay in the room for the whole day doing nothing again.&lt;br /&gt;How to pass such period?&lt;br /&gt;Someone teach me please.&lt;br /&gt;Friday have to "ponteng" my Malaysian Studies class because have to go back to Mentakab.&lt;br /&gt;My Malaysian Studies started at 3pm and end at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody college arranged those time like that.&lt;br /&gt;How can I go back after that?&lt;br /&gt;Skipping class for the 5 times will barred from final exam.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH SIGH SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-8411628947559984527?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/8411628947559984527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-2581321260559373681</id><published>2008-08-11T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:11:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, college life had started.&lt;br /&gt;The day that I had waited for so long.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it could be something nice and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;But, when I experienced it personally, it was totally different&lt;br /&gt;Quite pressure when I faced others students or lecture.&lt;br /&gt;It was because most of the conversation was in english as I used to speak chinese and cantonese in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I have to use to it.&lt;br /&gt;I brought my laptop here but I have no internet line to use.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, lucky got friend here to borrow me his laptop to online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first day in college and it was the orientation day.&lt;br /&gt;I was given a English Placement Test.&lt;br /&gt;It was to determine our english standard to divide us into classes.&lt;br /&gt;As what I heard from my Taylor's College friends, they only have objective questions.&lt;br /&gt;But my college totally different.&lt;br /&gt;Ours were all in subjectives.&lt;br /&gt;1st question was close passage.&lt;br /&gt;I had to fill in all the blanks with my own ideal answer.&lt;br /&gt;2nd was the correct the sentences.&lt;br /&gt;For this part, crossed out the wrong words in the sentence and place with a correct ones.&lt;br /&gt;3rd part was the bloody essay which I had to write about 120 words.&lt;br /&gt;You know I hadn't touch the book for the past 8 months but I had to do all this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, totally stunned when looked at those questions.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I never failed and was placed in the 2nd class.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-174562982580483874</id><published>2008-08-08T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:38:26.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>I am facing a new life soon.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow have to move to Subang to start my college life.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;How is the life there?&lt;br /&gt;Can I adapt it?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have friends there, probably I have to rely on them in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-174562982580483874?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-8573878462904581001</id><published>2008-06-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:44:10.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I rode bicycle to Seri Semantan for volleyball training again.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed I was still having bad days.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I rode there, the weather grew darker and darker and in the end a heavy downpour.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced it twice in last week.&lt;br /&gt;It made me fed up and therefore I never rode bicycle again.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't rode bicycle there, it didn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't think that would really a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I rode bicycle in the heavy downpour back home.&lt;br /&gt;It might seemed silly to others but for me it was more than just fun.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-654191784728463374</id><published>2008-06-05T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:49:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had no idea why such things were happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these two weeks were the worst weeks in my life.&lt;br /&gt;First was my birthday party and followed by a minor injury accident.&lt;br /&gt;Next was the sunway trip and now my ankle sprained.&lt;br /&gt;What comes up next?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Totally enough of facing such bad weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Now I couldn't even walk properly and I was no difference compared to a disable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is facing mock exam tomorrow and I wished her all the best.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what had happened to her but she told me that she was feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was just so stressed up with the mock exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when people were all afraid of the word EXAM?&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that all students were so stress when this word passed by their mind.&lt;br /&gt;Exam is actually just to test our understanding about the particular subject.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm wrong ; exam is to prove who is better?&lt;br /&gt;For me, people's grades were totally nothing.&lt;br /&gt;What they understand might be different from mine!&lt;br /&gt;So, what the point comparing?&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I tried my best to understand everything so that I could answer every single questions that I had in my test papers.&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't really get stressed up when facing exam.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that was the reason why I could only score 7a1 3a2 and 1b3 and not everything a1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-654191784728463374?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/654191784728463374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-no-what-idea-why-such-things-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/654191784728463374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/654191784728463374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-no-what-idea-why-such-things-were.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-7352950644180806607</id><published>2008-05-30T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:12:12.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to sunway with friends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It could probably my worst day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought I could ask "her" for an outing but she didn't replied my message.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Or she purposely did that so that I would give her a call to show my sincereness?&lt;br /&gt;Or I was one who must aware of?&lt;br /&gt;Forget about that.&lt;br /&gt;We bought tickets for waterpark and scream park.&lt;br /&gt;At first we went for a "pirate ship" ride.&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice screaming and laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite challenging and most of my friends was afraid to ride it.&lt;br /&gt;Some that rode it couldn't take it and nearly vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to waterpark.&lt;br /&gt;The weather started to grow dark suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;The downpour was so heavy and thunder was strucking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to leave the waterpark.&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I waited for half an hour for the rain to stop but it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;So, we changed up our mind and we went to change clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to scream park.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it wasn't that scary too.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to punch and kick those so called "ghost" but they didn't allow us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;We went for a merry-go-round ride after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SEAZKTHOlbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QQinzf-1xbs/s1600-h/Picture+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SEAZKTHOlbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QQinzf-1xbs/s320/Picture+311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206188833960269234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean and Me on the merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to take some photograph with those "workers".&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea what those job were called.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly grabbed the place just beside the pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SEAfpjHOleI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y1LpGo2UPo0/s1600-h/Picture+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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I was with the prettiest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went out from Sunway Lagoon and passed by the souvenir shop and we took some photos again in sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SEAbazHOldI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ckGnJ1KK2DM/s1600-h/Picture+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SEAbazHOldI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ckGnJ1KK2DM/s320/Picture+316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206191316451366354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Teck Yuan, Ah cung and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took taxi to the Ktm Station.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I dropped my purse.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I met a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;He told my friend that I dropped my purse and asked my friend to pick it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the worst.&lt;br /&gt;We took Ktm and monorail to Bukit Bintang to find rooms to stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;It took us 2 hours to get a room.&lt;br /&gt;God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner, we went for a midnight show, Indiana Jones.&lt;br /&gt;During the show, I fell asleep for few times.&lt;br /&gt;I had tried my best to keep my eye opened but there was like weights on my eyelids which pushing it to close.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995048478500341173-7352950644180806607?l=mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/feeds/7352950644180806607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-went-to-sunway-with-friends-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7352950644180806607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995048478500341173/posts/default/7352950644180806607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylife-and-urs.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-went-to-sunway-with-friends-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>~eRiC~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596162620486731866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8UZo9LD2odI/SEAZKTHOlbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QQinzf-1xbs/s72-c/Picture+311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995048478500341173.post-9167253458614842440</id><published>2008-05-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:59:13.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally it was over.&lt;br /&gt;How to describe the party?&lt;br /&gt;Something sad? Happy? Enjoyable? Memorable?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I think it was something really sad because two years on my birthday I got downpour.&lt;br /&gt;27/05/07 and 27/05/08 was really a bad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the rain last only one and half hour.&lt;br /&gt;We started the party at around 9pm and ended at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;After I ready up all those things and I started to sweat so much.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend to fetch to his house to take a bath but it ended up with a minor accident.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky because only my knee bleed.&lt;br /&gt;The one who fetch me was a bit serious with wounds on his toe n knee.&lt;br /&gt;After bathed I joined them in the playground for the barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't really what I expected but it was quite fun too.&lt;br /&gt;After food were nearly finished, there was a big box of ice cubes left.&lt;br /&gt;We played ice cubes war.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit dangerous but luckily no one was injured.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started to clean up the place and even took pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;What the real problem that rose up in my mind was my knee.&lt;br /&gt;My trousers sticked a lot of blood of mine at the knee part.&lt;br /&gt;Awful!! 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