<?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-1845719985806353863</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:29:21.304+08:00</updated><category term='tagged'/><category term='Work'/><category term='videos'/><category term='first'/><category term='sjm'/><category term='Fun Stuffs'/><category term='Movie review'/><category term='Calendar'/><category term='special'/><title type='text'>Mark Reminded</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4bsbpDPr0mc/S5yTk8VDhMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/E0IwhXxHxqo/S220/Image520.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-2995302338325788390</id><published>2009-05-12T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:31:51.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sgk32g-0tKI/AAAAAAAABCI/ir9ywUUlFbQ/s1600-h/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sgk32g-0tKI/AAAAAAAABCI/ir9ywUUlFbQ/s200/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's another finally i realize how small i'm to this world, so much more around me i've never seen and so much out in this world i've never knew, time has given me a superbly slow tempo, and i can't cope with it, where am i now and how to tune back the resonance that keeps my heartbeat at ease that i've forgotten how to enjoy breathing. It's been so long since my last update, i went back to hometown and got so out-of-reach from my virtual ID, but supposedly i'm still the same, just something in my mind has thoroughly changed. My friends, sorry for being so ignorance all these times, i should promise not be so zhai-nan eversince i got back, after reading Weasley's novel that day, i've just realized something out from one of the quotes in the lines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't be so particular about where you are and where you belong. Just let your heart takes you. Where your heart is, and there is where you are, and there is where you belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where is my heart then? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it's fairly understandable that i'm back yet i'm a bit out of track, i'm so familiar with all those things and all the important persons around me but that i'm becoming more stranger to them, it's so contradict and i hope that all these are just my confusion... turn back around and see... WALAO!..lol, ya, face the wall and think.~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well i'm better to categorize all my summarized entries, so you can choose which to read and which to skip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Direction, Aspiration, and Determination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh yea, totally lost with this category (not at all actually), to all who are still blindfolded by my words or whatever fake facts, i'm no longer a student from my current school, that casts a big blow at my direction and it's swinging swinging and ...swayed~ I'm interested in music, computer and all those art stuffs but thank you, even i tried to make drawing my favourite thing but i just don't make it to anywhere i wanted to, probably i'm not into drawing, this is somekind of conceptual thinking, i still like to design... (stupid huh). I thought of studying ICT, or better yet MasCom, or maybe just something people thinks i'm more suitable with, since i've got no clear idea of what i really want to become. Thanks friends, thanks mates, it's really comforting to know that you all are giving me positive responses when i actually feel quite disappointing, to all. I'm determined to become someone with more discipline and more responsiblity, my uncle proposed that i further study at Singapore Polytechnic, well thats some dream so far away that i've never dreamedd before (the next intake will have to wait until end of this year, if it is, what am i to do within this empty period? i'd work if IT IS). So my current available choices are Malaysia, SG or Australia. (nomatter which it is, i've gotta get myself a passbook for good o.o) Somehow, for some personal reasons and some really personal issues, i've had to keep some parts completely untold. If you are concerned or just curious of what and where i am, or better yet, know what and where i am, please contact me, my cellphone is running 24/7 all year...haha. Concerning this topic, i've got to stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Relationship (Friends, family, and the .)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alright yeah, all my old friends still remember me, just that i've not even inform them when i got back, well probably some other reasons are to be put to the blame, anyway lol, i'm just fine. Had a few big and small gatherings with all friends, close one and unfamiliar ones, barbeques and birthday karaoke sessions, some yumcha sessions and also some heart-talks, kind of enjoying my time with friends around me, though i still keep hold to my concept that i don't ask for more, my friends can be anywhere and i just need to know they are there loh. THANKS ALL MY FRIENDS! (p.s, special thanks to wanyee, zeechun, shiyin, jiamin). (p.p.s,&amp;nbsp; a big sorry to orange, coz i din't know where i offended you and made you so irritated of me...) (p.p.p.s and a big welcome to someone who just became my friends, who used to be more than a friend. ) Family, and now i feel my relationship with my mum is much better than before since that case*, and when all my family know my problems and my dilemma, they din't look down at me but are giving me sincere suggestions and counsellings, somehow i do feel like how come i'm so fortunate to have so supporting friends and so supporting family members, coz i'm guilty of me disappointing either me and them. Aiks, loser. I love my family, my aunt, my counsins, my mum and everyone that actually never downgrade me, i'm still the old and obedient boy... oh, guy already, haha. Last part would be the YOU KNOW WHAT. Well, i would totally skip this since i don't want to talk about it, or anytime i talk about it i just need to stop since it is not welcomed to be listened, and i just have to assume you know and you understand. All i have to say is that how come i'm so not needed anymore? And my presence to YOU, the very special you, is so like a friend!! YOU KNOW WHAT, i treat you BETTER than i treat anyone around me, and you are responding to me like even my FRIENDS are more like the YOU KNOW WHO. It's whatever, i've done my part so i'm not putting any blame, you need to understand, patience and acceptance has it's break-point, don't keep doing things that makes me feel i'm just a junk, yea, you say you never tend to do anything that makes me feel so, but guess what, everything you do proves, and it's not necessary anymore for you to speak to me the three important words i ever ever needed when i'm so poor and lost. Thank God, you are with me always, and you have guided me all the way, Haleluja. And to all, my relationship is so calmingly calm, and i no longer cry or think too much for anyone or anybody, i'mdoing very fine myself, and i know i have you all with me, really thanks... thanks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Health, My Schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh being away from capital city is like a drop-down-the-well, i'm so outdated of world affairs... haha, better yet i'm rusty all over. Hmm, staying up late waiting for someone's time, the most precious time to me, had weakened my body, since maybe my lifestyle in KL was like a midnight-owl, but i've never been sleeping so late at my own home back here. Voluntarily, i've quit to keeping this habit, i tried to help that person maintain or to restore the late-sleeping habit, since i've failed my part, i could only help myself to not let people around me worry, i don't enjoy falling sick once and twice and well... not to talk about this, haha. I'm so bored at home, friends came asking me what do i do at home, i replied nothing. Hmm, i don't really know what am i to do at home, no network, no Astro, just feel like helping out mum and doing all i can to waste my time... since i can no longer stick so firmly to someone...hahahaha. Oh, times almost out, i'd stop here about my summary la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SglBRiR_OPI/AAAAAAAABCQ/gneWIFt7SxM/s1600-h/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SglBRiR_OPI/AAAAAAAABCQ/gneWIFt7SxM/s200/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all for today, and don't lengthen your neck for my next entry since i'm so unsure of myself when can i be able to online again. Lots to talk, if you know me and you read me, please reply somewhere here or there or just sms me la. thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(P.S, precious missing to you : zhiling, ciel, carl, orange, joyce, and yea, the old markmark ;p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(P.P.S, does anyone know where to post songs to? I've got bunch of new songs but i don't really feel like keeping them ...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao~ ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-2995302338325788390?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/2995302338325788390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=2995302338325788390&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2995302338325788390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2995302338325788390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-tempo.html' title='Slow Tempo'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sgk32g-0tKI/AAAAAAAABCI/ir9ywUUlFbQ/s72-c/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-6554535904240326651</id><published>2009-04-09T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:03:25.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Retriever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sd1TA-bEmpI/AAAAAAAABB4/WB6kd3jey_M/s1600-h/Image521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sd1TA-bEmpI/AAAAAAAABB4/WB6kd3jey_M/s200/Image521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sayonara~ i'm going to become a full-time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Mirage&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time flies, it's already been one month&amp;nbsp;since the reopening of this blog, things seem to be almost crashing into each other again, but i'm not closing down this blog anyway, just that since i can't keep myself up-to-date after i got back to hometown where i don't have a 24hours internet access, looking forward for my reappearance bah! I can tell you guys that i'm actually missing my personal time alone here in PJ and yet i do miss home, miss my old bed that makes me fall asleep whenever i'm on it and i miss my lovely piano back there, of course, my dearest mum, i miss you, so i'm going back enjoying my quite long holiday, whilst having to settle certain things before until i get back to being a KL-dude. Stay in touch! (for those who have my contact number and for those who DON'T, copy down &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;0127596808&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;xD i'm afraid that i will be missing a lot of fun here since KL PC Fair is just by the end of this week and i really have to walk away from that (sobs, but neway i don't really need anything at the moment), and the concert of David Archuleta! And the Easter Day Special Worship Sunday! And the old friends gathering at Pavillion Mall this weekend too! Arrg, so a lot of missed things... but i will be back larr.. everyone's going home anyway, so why stay here and rot myself...WHOA.. and i'm really going to miss some big things... (not to mention here anyway). For friends who are going to return hometown *especially* my closest friends, all the best, and becareful ya! Don't let me catch you becoming all-chubby when you return then~ haxhax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the time hits 10.00a.m now, ask me what's my mood now? I can simply tell you that i'm really in 'tension', for that i'm actually still half-awake and i'm very hungry =p. Well friends, it is kind of blessing to be knowing you and to be having YOU leaving comments on my very little stuffs here and there, if you are checking back often, just drop any message on the wall over there, YEA, and i'll read'em when i got the chance to keep this blogging track updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be writing more songs when i'm back to hometown, hmm, it's like, becoming my part-time job rather than just a hobby since i find myself kind of 'obsessed' in it. Just created myself an account in http://cn.streetvoice.com to share just very limited number of music, inspired by one of my old friend Loon Hai brother, who is now working in China and also actively involved in band performance and also other music affiliates. It's really interesting and i'm having great fun getting in touch of people from the musics come-n-go and things like that, being overwhelmed sometimes ya~ haha, but that's just a thought. Wt. God blesses, i'll work hard on it and hopefully one day someone might be singing my songs O.O (why not myself? coz my voice simply is HORRIFYING TERRIFYING and INTENSIFYING... lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Check back for updates then, ciao! (hasta la vista, never used this in my blog, it means see you later~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA! SEE YOU LATER!&lt;/div&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-6554535904240326651?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/6554535904240326651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=6554535904240326651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6554535904240326651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6554535904240326651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/04/golden-retriever.html' title='Golden Retriever'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sd1TA-bEmpI/AAAAAAAABB4/WB6kd3jey_M/s72-c/Image521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-1670215148813305588</id><published>2009-04-06T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:24:50.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is time again for me to go over to my aunt's place for the weekend worship. Woke up quite late around 11 in the morning, got myself hurried a bit and rushed out for the train, i was supposed to arrive at Bukit Badak station about 1p.m but this Saturday was earlier as they had something to catch up to, so i tried my best to arrive 15 minutes earlier and thank God i made it. Was kind of surprised to see their whole family in the car when aunt drove to pick me up at the station, Grace Joyce and Alice were in the car, with saying Hi and i hopped in the car, which made the transport a bit just fit. Then we all went to the Klang bus terminal, then i just knew that my uncle's eldest sister was there visiting them from KL while planning to do something there too. That made the car became a bit squeezy anyway, but it was still okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnrDA77oXI/AAAAAAAABAo/4-Ad3Fj2im0/s1600-h/image1074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnrDA77oXI/AAAAAAAABAo/4-Ad3Fj2im0/s320/image1074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;check out the words in the middle of this Ads&amp;nbsp;brochure, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fist come first serve&lt;/span&gt;... lol, the whole car was exploding in serious laughing sensation... wow, no fist no serve lar??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello biao-gu, welcome to Klang. XD. Then the whole car with 5 women and 1 guy went to take a lunch at the most famous Bak-Ku-Teh shop in Klang (or maybe Malaysia since the most delicious Bak-Ku-Teh in Malaysia is in Klang and the most famous one is from this shop, but sorry that i didn't catch the name of the shop). Had some very filling food and it was yummy yummy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am i writing a bit too detailed? I'm just trying to share much things as these details are quite delicious to digest too, haha. Dropped Grace and Joyce at church for they had some practise and arrangements to make before Teen Scene which is at 4.00pm later, the time was two something i think. Went home, rest a while and tasted my first real Passion Fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnoaOJzubI/AAAAAAAABAg/Sx_WnY34aa0/s1600-h/image1077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnoaOJzubI/AAAAAAAABAg/Sx_WnY34aa0/s320/image1077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can tell you that this thing is SO SOUR! Oh man, lucky i got agreed with Edwin afterwards..haha, perhaps ladies can stand this kind of sour which guys can't really take it, it's SOUR till my teeth was having some aftermaths .. lol, but if it went a bit diluted or mixed in water, it might just taste nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After having this passion fruit and some mango (forgot to mention that i fell asleep on the sofa right after i got home, it wasn't that i was totally beat but i was just too bored, haha), all of us headed to church, it was 3.35pm. Fetched a kid along the way, and arriving at church (KJGH, Klang Jaya Gospel Hall, aka the Bethany Chapel), welcome to God's House again. So i sat down where there was not many people yet, they were still going on with some leadership talks and something like that which was conducted by uncle Roy. As usual, Teen Scene started a bit late, but many teens attended the worship this Saturday, it was encouraging. Having praising Lord with our voices, then we've got&amp;nbsp;announcements, ofcourse with prayers in between of times and that. We had no separate classes that day, ChongKeat was the speaker for that day talking about the Fruit of Holy Spirit, as referred to the bible in Galatians 5:22 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But the Spirit produces love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, humility, and self-control"&lt;/span&gt; . We had group discussions later, the questions given was what element of the Fruit of Holy Spirit are we lacking, and how are we to do so we can gain more of our seemingly lessen shares of it? But uncle Richard, our group leader gave us a more 'into' question, there are 9 elements in the Fruit of Holy Spirit, if we recognize God into our lives and we have Holy Spirit, how can we have one element less and more on another when Holy Spirit comes in a whole? That was another discussion anyway, but what we should do to let Holy Spirit grow as we grow up and grow old, is that we have to seek God, talk to Him every time, not just at the beginning of the day and before we sleep, or when we face problems then only we seek His guidance. We should pray that we are always reminding ourselves that God is Omnipotent, and we can feel Him around us anytime so we need to talk to Lord more often and that is how we can really enjoy the bless of the Fruit of the Holy Spirit within us. Amen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sdnxk0XPRyI/AAAAAAAABAw/gLiDXWqxORE/s1600-h/image1078b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sdnxk0XPRyI/AAAAAAAABAw/gLiDXWqxORE/s320/image1078b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is the front view of our church, those kids are just out from King's Kids, meanwhile teens are also just finished Teen Scene, so the gate is a bit crowded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to topic, at the end of Teen Scene we took Edwin's car back, and Grace went out with Edwin again after fetching me Alice and Joyce home to buy some wireless receiver for Edwin's use on his Media Launch for his company product on the coming Wednesday, (ALL THE BEST!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnxmfIfnAI/AAAAAAAABA4/8vD1pNuMJ30/s1600-h/image1079b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnxmfIfnAI/AAAAAAAABA4/8vD1pNuMJ30/s320/image1079b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This CJ7 doll on Edwin's car's side window, cute isn't it? haha, and very fluffy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The three of us was left there so boring until like 5 plus something, aunt sent Biao-gu back and again she went out for her own stuff... till like 7 plus, got home and the story in between is not that descriptive..haha, and here we off to Pizza Hut for dinner! Wow! hmm, that pizza hut building is stuck together to the Kentucky Fried Chicken building next door, and actually there are pathways which leads to each another, and it is like, it's a 2-in-1 building of fastfood paradise! Ha, it's a new landmark for Klang people anyway, we're not interested in KFC so we headed straight to Pizza Hut next door and grabbed ourselves a seat on the second floor. Talked about not much but interesting though, and hated that biao-gu just constantly asking me to eat this eat that, it was&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;for me coz i am a grown up boy and i know what to eat. And please, don't simply pour the Chilli sauce into my plate without me knowing and without me even asking for it, or just put some stupid pizza into my plate when i'm still not yet finished with me previous piece, furthermore, dont just throw the last chicken wings into my plate, i don't want to show my bad face to you in respect, so please, adults, stop throwing food at me, i have fork and i can take myself if i really want it, you are doing what i hate the most, especially when you can simply start pouring the Chilli sauce and Tabasco sauce into my plate it's like, hey, it's not your plate and you can't do whatever you like as if i liked it too! Oh dear... Never mind, it's just something to let out. sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sdnxsi6H-AI/AAAAAAAABBA/FFwDVb7LMqg/s1600-h/image1084b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sdnxsi6H-AI/AAAAAAAABBA/FFwDVb7LMqg/s320/image1084b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordered 2 pan pizzas (Set 4), Hawaii Supreme (their all-time-favorite) and Island Supreme, well they said having supremes are more 'supreme' in the sense, coz chicken and thai don't taste any better~ =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after finished, we bumped into Edwin and Grace just outside the glass of Pizza Hut's entrance, then we found out that they saw our car by the road so decided to give us a surprise there, haha, yea, it was nice to see you two there. So the two cars went home after the delicious meal we had together, thank God, although it was raining but we got there safely. Home, what to do? I was kind of falling asleep again in car on the way back, haha, was damned beat actually whenever i'm not alone, that's a psychological stress i can say, but not a big deal having a nap, coz i still could wake up immediately when my body tells me that the car had stopped in front of the house, so did my mind resumed working, LOL. That night was quite boring though, the line still sucks, din't know if dardar enjoyed herself over there... was not that sticking to each other that day, i had some kind of unsecure feeling. Whatever it was, i'm feeling good right now. Hmm, uncle got back at around 12 from dunno where he went, and biao-gu kept asking me to eat the porridge he packed, hey aunty i'm very full and you expect me to eat more, okay, like what my aunt said, i'm a lady, i can't eat a lot these days. (days back i could really eat a junk whole of thing and not feeling full, but lately i've been suffering from constant hunger but eating a little bit will make me fill very full in my stomach, it's weird.) Slept at around 2 i think, talked to dardar and ... nothing. Just a bit down after talking... din't know what i was thinking anyway, things will be fine after a nice sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awakened by Joyce about 7.50am, Sunday, nice weather, hurried to grab the first place for the washroom to take my cooling and refreshing bath. Got myself readied and as usual, always the sweet and warm honey drink awaiting me, they have this habit of making a cup of honey every morning i think, so i get to enjoy this grace too, thank God. 8.30am, so we off again to church. Aunt, uncle and biao-gu had went out much earlier in the dawn breaking for their stuffs, so grace drove us to church in the small and chucky old little white car, whatever it is. Arriving at church, and again as usual, we're late, i still din't know why we are always late, maybe, ladies' sweet making up time? xD. After church, the youths went for lunch as usual (so many as usual, but every usual are different, they are just the same thing but different event).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyMuzDMgI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8ItK37eHHDQ/s1600-h/image1100b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyMuzDMgI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8ItK37eHHDQ/s320/image1100b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got ourselves in the Korean Steamboat - CheGo, sat down and enjoyed the very big group happy lunch. The waiter had a tough time making sure of the huge orders, just hope he din't got himself confuse of the long junky list of order. Kelsern did the prayer before we tuck in (the food was not readied yet), and we had some talk before the same waiter entered again and started barbequing the WOW beef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyTx01euI/AAAAAAAABBY/-oyBz7RdzmE/s1600-h/image1101b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyTx01euI/AAAAAAAABBY/-oyBz7RdzmE/s320/image1101b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was immediate fragrance coming out from the barbeque thing, hmm, nice! So did our orders came and we enjoyed a lot having the yummy food (all of us had individual orders instead of having steamboat together coz, you know, too many persons there xD). I was sitting at one end of the table and the another end of the table was constantly getting very overwhelmed with jokes and chatters while this end of table are few guys playing PSP (Calvin, Jason and Eugene), Edwin joining them and talking to Richard who sits in the middle, and Grace, Joyce and me was constantly getting bored somehow, but they are enjoying themselves looking at pretty girls walking by, and later on we got into a topic of "What makes you think a girl is Pretty?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin: Hey you two ladies, i see you two keep looking at people ar, what so nice to look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grace &amp;amp; Joyce: What lar, look at pretty girls la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin: (...) Is there any pretty girls there? What's so interesting to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grace: Nothing la, just see they pretty cannot ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin: So what is your 'standard' of a girl pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grace: Hmm, their body got vase shape loh! Envy lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin: Isn't it a pretty girl have good looking face? It's weird you looking at their body instead...oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grace: Cannot meh? Their body figure nice what, so they are pretty lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin: Is that so? I have some boys here so let them tell you what is pretty girl, want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin(talking to Calvin and Jason): Eh guys, what do you first notice of a girl that you think is pretty? You see their face first or you see their body shape first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Calvin: Uhh? Hmm, the face lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin: DARH! See, ok now. Jason, Jason weh, what will you look first if you see a pretty girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jason: What? Pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin: I say, if there is a girl you think is pretty, will you first notice her face or see her body shape first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jason: (without thinking) Face lar, face pretty first then only see body wad. You know ar before me and Calvin used to see a girl from behind and say, wow, body so nice, super vase shape leh! and then when she turn around we were like (vomitting sound Wrekekkk!) oh man, what a waste...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edwin talking to Grace and Joyce: So you know it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Grace: so what lar? never mind what, if face nice but body not nice also not pretty ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Calvin: But if like one day you see from behind the girl so pretty and when 'she' turned out is a A-Gua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone burst out into laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Richard had another huge joke to nuke the audience. And before he began, i saw Trinity kept doing all those funny gestures trying to stop him from telling it, so i was quite curious of what actually is going to happen next. Here goes the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Richard: Okay, you know k there was once we went to xxx country with Trinity a time before. And we came to a very wide field somewhere nearby the coastal area lar. And there was many very huge and awesome Wind Generators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/25/cap_chat_windmills_T1073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/25/cap_chat_windmills_T1073.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And then Trinity asked me, "what are those things there?". I told her that, those things are the Wind Generators lah, don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Trinity: Wind Generators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Richard: Yea, those are the wind generators, as you can see right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Trinity: What for to have these wind generators? It's already so windy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another supernova of laughters exploded at the scene, everyone couldn't stop laughing. That was a sense of humour, wind generators and wind generators, two different meanings but actually, might be the same thing... haha, one generates electricity, another generates wind. Then Trinity defended for herself, "How i knew? I thought they look like some very giant fans wad..." Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyX7UvzPI/AAAAAAAABBg/UmhkdonkT7k/s1600-h/image1106b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyX7UvzPI/AAAAAAAABBg/UmhkdonkT7k/s400/image1106b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, i had a tough time using the chopsticks at Chego, which, were FLAT! oh man... tat's quite hard to control, if it was used in crossed way then there was no possibility to even pick up anything...lol, was tough to grab that thing, sommore, it's very thin... after using it and finished my beef noodles, my fingers was feeling the pain, or maybe i was grabbing too hard...hahahaha. There goes the dinner, and we also got a chance to hear what Richard had to share about his opinion on the different brands of laptop. He is working under Dell company, so Edwin asked if he has any opinion about which brand is the top. According to Richard, there's no difference between so many brands because basically the motherboards are from the same factory, Intel. And after manufacturing these motherboards goes to different dealers, it's only the case of the laptop varies among different brands. Like now in Japan, Panasonic ranks the top in laptop brands, then followed by NEC, HP and then Dell. He also said that Toshiba used to conquer laptop market but now no longer, and Dell is good in its reputation of its service, but the product is not much different from the rest. Some very entry level laptops costs just lesser, but some high-end machines like XPS will costs a lot, it simply depends on what you need when you want to buy a laptop lar. So, you got an idea of which brand to buy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyZ4XSyEI/AAAAAAAABBo/fBbQpZ2g5IM/s1600-h/image1107b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnyZ4XSyEI/AAAAAAAABBo/fBbQpZ2g5IM/s400/image1107b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there goes my amazing and enjoyable lunch with all of these guys (just a snapshot from some unnoticeable angle..haha). After that, we went to popular for some paper stuffs which the ladies in church will need them to do something later. Dropped Joyce at church, and then hopped on Grace's car as she was to send me home to get my bag and things then fetch me to KTM station. At this very moment when i was looking forward to go back instead of staying at home nothing to do, rain started falling cats and dogs... trapped in house as the KTM station is not covered and i'd get all wet if she send me there. So again, i fell asleep under extreme boredom on the sofa, and then they got ready the folding mattress on the floor and asked me to rest there so i wouldn't feel uncomfortable. SO WARM! thanks! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up around 6pm plus or something like that, they called and said will be fetching me back now. So i woke up looking still so sleepy and hurried for bath so my hair wouldn't look like Jurassic Park's ferns. It was still raining! Never mind, Edwin Grace and Joyce got home, and then we all (the three girls including Alice at home, Edwin and me) went for a mamak to grab some food. It was when Grace told everyone that she saw an Albino Cockroach running in the church, she was so excited (she's a dissecting freak, always looking forward for insects and making samples of them). And we had some creepy fish and frogs and rats and cuttle fish dissecting topics... yeww, but kinda enjoyed it when they described how to pin pin pin and slice open and pin pin pin, see the heart beating and suddenly the frog snapped out from it's coma and began moving around, and Edwin's friend just poked the&amp;nbsp;scalper into the frog and lerrk, dead and away~ lol, and also how they began slicing a cuttle fish, and when lecturer warned them to becareful of the sac, the black ink already covered all over the cuttle fish and nothing could be seen anymore, funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And after that meal, wished Edwin all the best for his Wednesday coming Media Launch, maybe his face will also appear on the Newspaper, haha. There, the end of my super enjoyable weekend with God, which will only be continued one month plus later, since starting next week i will be back to Johore... and ... i'm not really joining the church there, for my reasons. So i got home, but din't get into the mood of blogging and network wasn't really performing. So now here, i'm writing down everything. Just a Saturday and Sunday, so much to write yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh really, thanks for reading! (Enjoy your time leaving comments too XD!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-1670215148813305588?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/1670215148813305588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=1670215148813305588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1670215148813305588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1670215148813305588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-with-god.html' title='Weekend with God'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnrDA77oXI/AAAAAAAABAo/4-Ad3Fj2im0/s72-c/image1074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-5980244730130948823</id><published>2009-04-06T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:19:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Jumbled Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sdndk5F35fI/AAAAAAAABAQ/SCMRWGDHOP8/s1600-h/image1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sdndk5F35fI/AAAAAAAABAQ/SCMRWGDHOP8/s200/image1080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh this is tired, i don't know where to start writing on this blog, oh no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole week i had no mood blogging coz people just don't keep visiting this stupid blog and nobody ever asks me to update! That's still fine, at times ya i feel like i'm more towards writing diary rather than posting journals or something, like that. Readers won't get to digest what i write coz they're all maybe junks or lame bubbles that BLOW after blowing them, just a thought, alright you can read that i'm so carried away now, i can't control my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What i did in the last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to a quite far video DVD shop and tried to get myself some movies to spend my time and arh, i bought three films, "Journey to the Center of the Earth", "REC" and "Wanted", yea they are all quite some time ago, but i thought they would be some nice movies to watch instead of other funny but not so awesome films, well ya ok that's fine. Before i went to the counter, there was a lady, a young lady around 25, maybe 29-26-28 something, approached me and asked me for some of my precious time which didn't seem that precious at that moment, interviewed for some customer comments on their latest fragrance. It smelled nice, i told her frankly that well it did smell like 'soap' anyway. She was quite stunned but still continued her whatever thing i was not interested, and she showed me the sample and i found no brand and not much information on the box of the fragrance, and she told me they had a branch in Damansara, she was here to conduct some promotion thing and here she found me. (I mean, i totally didn't look like a smelly fella who might ever need to use fragrance did i, or DO I? =p) Kay, so what? Here's the main thing, she told me that they were kind of having a super promotion on that day, and it will be no more on the "next day", a bottle of that fragrance would normally costs me 99 bucks, but with the promotion running, she would sell me a bottle with the price of 45 bucks PLUS another bottle totally FREE OF CHARGE. I was clearly making a conclusion that, i was given a bait and i'm not going to be, slut, whatever. I said i was not interested, and asked if i can ask my friends to go to their 'branch office' and make some purchases some other times, she told me, oh today is the last day of this promotion and you can only get this offer price today. YOU ARE SO LAME my dear lady. Here she goes, without even saying a thank you. Shot off like going to hunt down for another innocent client before the clock clicks at 12.00, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is just a small story, once in a while, since i'm really a "Zhai Nan" (houseboy) who barely step out of my door and give a damned to the world outside..haha, just lazy to wander around. Hmm, that's what was interesting until my weekends come again. Between these empty slots of my blog, i was a bit focusing at leveling my lovely Chopocca (Infernape, Lv70) and his team members, on Pokemon! Yea that's right, i was playing the latest version of Pokemon Platinum which was just released in US on the 22 of March, you go try it out too! Though for me it's kind of time consuming but with the highly improved graphics and the touchscreen gameplay, i got myself quite obsessed into the game, the story was also very well done and the pokemons have much better appearance and nicer gameplay experience too. If you have a Nintendo DS, try it too, it's going to be quite enjoyable when you really find nothing else to do, go catch them all and fire punch or thunderbolt those cute and adorable monsters hiding in the tall grass, surf across the seas and fly over the sky, zapping down all the legendaries and there you go to the Pokemon League. What's new to this pokemon game is there added some very 3D parts where your character actually walks upside down in the game, it's enjoyable. Haha, but i'm losing the interest now, so i'm back, blogging again. Sorry ya, XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnidstsRvI/AAAAAAAABAY/LDqheRaFRoE/s1600-h/image1061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SdnidstsRvI/AAAAAAAABAY/LDqheRaFRoE/s320/image1061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the days, which i really forgot which day and that doesn't matter. This is the Takoyaki's Tako, some Japanese snack, i had it when i was hanging out with Ciel after having a nice dinner at Ru Jia Restaurant at Sunway, together with some old friends, zhiling, ofcourse, and MengShen, Gavin, ChunHong, Cloud and Ciel. I ordered some Vietnam rice and it just tasted, well, something that makes me thinking that my mum is a Vietnamese, for that she cooked the same dish before, too. Haha. After that zhiling and mengshen had a long talk in front of that restaurant and we din't know what they were talking so long there, but certainly not what i can get to know in any days. SO, I decided to hang out with Ciel since we bothed walked quite far from home just to catch a dinner here in Sunway, it's not worth just to shoot back home like that. We went Popular, i read some phone references and some jokes, then headed for some snacks which usually i wouldn't. Ciel went for some Takoyaki's small cuttle fish, and i ordered for a bigger one, which is the Tako. Anyway it tasted just okay, quite yummy yummy and it costs RM4.50, okay? Hmm, three bites and gone, all into the dark pitch hole down in &amp;nbsp;my stomach and i wonder what will happen to them.. lol. After that Ciel drew some really annoying stuffs on the back cover of his Nokia 5610 which i had one but lost some times before, and took some pictures which i think will appear on his own blog so i'm not thinking of putting them up here, anyway. Went back home and continued Pokemon for some time before hitting the bed and sleep. And ofcourse, phoned dardar and talked as usual. You can actually find that the frequency of dardar appearing in my blogs are getting lower, that doesn't mean that i've forgotten dardar but it's just that i'm writing all these to let this little cute person know what i'm or i was doing all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is really a bit jumbled up, here and there, but i hope that makes up a story too. Haha, and you too, don't forget to leave some long comments after reading these headless and endless sentences that din't really make sense anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-5980244730130948823?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/5980244730130948823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=5980244730130948823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5980244730130948823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5980244730130948823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-jumbled-up.html' title='All Jumbled Up'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sdndk5F35fI/AAAAAAAABAQ/SCMRWGDHOP8/s72-c/image1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-7763084240443911075</id><published>2009-04-06T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:36:48.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review'/><title type='text'>The Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the knowledge of Science and Fiction, there comes the masterpiece of a Sci-fi movie, "Journey to the Center of the Earth". What i can say is, it's really amazing. The plot of the story is really carefully planned, from discovering of a magma outburst signal, to visiting a northern volcanic spot somewhere near, well, i dint quite remember that. Caught in the lightning and was so accidentally sealed within a mountain cavern, finding another "way out" and dropped down into an abandoned mining shaft, discovering numbers of emeralds rubies and ya, diamonds foundation. Dropping down from the thinnest layer of rock formation, Trevor, Hannah and Sean fell into the center of the Earth. The adventures begin, finding out that Max - Sean's father who had went missing 10 years ago, had stepped foot on this be-hidden wonderland under "ground". Forced to find a way to escape due the rapidly rising temperature underground, they followed the plan plotted by Sean's dad. Attacked by horrifying sea monsters, blown away by the thermal wind, surrounded by carnivorous plants, chased around by the giant dinosaur, over-thrilled by the magnetic rocks, the adventure was way too far over the limit of science fiction. The ending was not poorly done too, at the very least, riding in a big dinosaur's skull and shot up along with the exploding steam from far below the ground, and up high from a volcano mouth, sliding down the grapes plantation somewhere in Italy, and then back to their normal yet awesome life on the Surface of the Earth. Well, and the story also plotted a suspension whereby, they're going to have another adventure, to the Lost Empire of Atlantis... okay, let's just look forward it it really happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/y/1/R/journeytothecenterposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/y/1/R/journeytothecenterposter.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, hmm for me this movie can be watched in different perspectives. It's a family adventure movie, or a thrilling action movie, or maybe a horror screaming movie, yep, it's also a comedy, but altogether it's really a huge story with ups and downs and ups and downs (yeah, they fall and float and drop and bounce... xD). There're quite a few of nice and warm scenes, and they end these scenes with really laughing events that, well at least they din't plan to make you cry all the way through the show. Magnificent computer animated effects, drool of the dinosaur, the flying sea monsters, storm waves and the growling ocean, magnetic rocks in the magnet fields, glowing birds (my favourite) and uhhm, perhaps the mine car roller coaster thing? Oh that's the crazy part, i'm not interested to try that, scary man. These computer special effects (the real-deal animation) had really made the 'center of the earth' looks fantastic, and it's really "REAL", even though i'm not watching the 3D version, but i'm kinda amazed. Basically it's something like Jurassic Park, yea but not that disgusting and scary, instead, the added special effects and nicely-done environment made the setting not too isolated and yet very much interesting. I enjoyed it, thou it was already quite long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My conclusion is, do not exclude any possibilities that would probably happen around us, one day later maybe. You can NOT believe these impossible stuffs, but you can't say that they won't happen. There're still things at the very beginning level of our science, as we go deeper into our exploration to further and further into the sky the galaxy, what happens to our Earth? Try to take care of our Earth, before we put all our effort trying to reach the outer-space and ended up a dust in the graveyard. It's never too late to read a book again, does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-7763084240443911075?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/7763084240443911075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=7763084240443911075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7763084240443911075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7763084240443911075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventure.html' title='The Adventure'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-17132745354163038</id><published>2009-03-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:58:37.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>A Kind of Storybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Scy5wcuPJkI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Zd6mPAxoD6w/s320/Story+d5.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Scy56OuKZRI/AAAAAAAABAI/hew8utRyon0/s1600-h/Story+end.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Scy56OuKZRI/AAAAAAAABAI/hew8utRyon0/s320/Story+end.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MUSIC FRIENDS : A STORY OF FINDING BACK THE PRECIOUS ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Strictly done in Adobe Illustrator CS3. Storyline created based on 'crazy idea'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Designing: Very basic skills requirement and only simple shapes are involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The theme for these characters are music notations... kind of weird. Momo, Jojo, Vivi and Lala. Well it was just as required for a children storybook. So, the story flow was actually very childish... imagine when a mother tells a story like that to a year 3 little child, haha... enjoy it yea =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(p.s, was done quite some time before... before i delete it from my harddisk, just to share.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-17132745354163038?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/17132745354163038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=17132745354163038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/17132745354163038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/17132745354163038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/kind-of-storybook.html' title='A Kind of Storybook'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Scy5MVuWSDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/_ClDoE0YVec/s72-c/Story+c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-1001403483355276479</id><published>2009-03-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:24:48.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScuLM-6-mCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/v_BJhooJMfM/s1600-h/image1025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScuLM-6-mCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/v_BJhooJMfM/s200/image1025.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ask yourself who are you, ask yourself who are you, ask yourself who are you," this question kept leaping up trying to catch me. Whatever, i'm alive then i'm me. Alright let's get the story started. I'm officially back on track, although lately i am actually more focus on writing songs and else and really don't have much to write here these days, so do check out my music blog for what i've been doing then. Swt. These days are tough, been waiting for the result and shockingly i don't want to mention how worried i've been. Thank God for leading me until today, i hand over my worries to His hand so he would&amp;nbsp;mold&amp;nbsp;me into a better person. I know i can't be like Him but, well, i just can't be, being such a great sinner. Just be who i am, mark has been keeping the renewal process up to date, but yet mark is still, the same. Haih. My mum is worried about me, my family is quite stable and anyway i know it needs me back on track, i wont let things wait too long... so, give me a blessing kiss. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been thinking what is the "responsibility" in life (sorry for being a bit too much thinking way but, maybe i just need to find out what i should hold still until the end... of everything). Yes i know, for some persons this responsibility changes at different stages of life, times we focus on study, we want to work out formulas to keep us from&amp;nbsp;astray. We keep ourselves busy and know what we should do to not disappoint people who look up at us and we know what we are doing is all for our own good. (am i carried away...oh my) And workaholics know what they need to follow on their daily routines, housewives know when to water the plants, and lazy bugger also know what time to sleep and what time to kick the alarm away. And this Mr.Mark, doesn't seem to understand the theory of 'responsibility'. He sleeps when the moon is almost down, and wake up when the morning roosters stopped screaming insane for hours. He go to bath after sunset, and take his lunch when the moon rise. (dinner? oh, before sleep xD). Mark needs a superhuman to rescue him, or better yet, call a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;f**king&lt;/span&gt; football coach to train his discipline. (OK STOP, i'm really carried away.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just received a sms from aunt, Ok i know you need time to quiet down. Please remember to seek Lord's name for his guidance. He will hear you when you call. "All that the downtrodden can do is go hoping. After every disappointment they must find fresh reason for hope." Have faith in God. We will pray for you. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt inner content, what else do i say to express my appreciate for you all's caring... thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScuY0pLBoNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ARbrIQtOBfg/s1600-h/image1030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScuY0pLBoNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ARbrIQtOBfg/s320/image1030.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway something to share here. Read it and tell me what's in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't it a bit hilarious? These people are requesting for some kind of f**king english teacher and what they want is something like, "chinese speaking only". What they want? Hello sir, you tell me you want me to teach english in chinese? Eh You nak i ajar orang Bahasa Inggeris dengan Bahasa Cina ke? You mana wayar salah pasang? ... xD So next time if i'm putting up a Chinese Teacher Wanted banner, i'd write something like, "english speaking ONLY". ...(sorry for too much sarcasm)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to the title, i have yet to dig it... I'm now 'on the line' and trying to hook myself into somekind of, aspirations? Just know that i really need people to, **piak piak** me in my face with whatever, your hands or your badminton racket or what. Tell me something that is shocking enough to pull me back from my reveries, i wasted enough of my teen age, gotta get up back on track. On the line of a big crisis, and at this moment i realize what true friends are for and they are somehow often invisible to us, and suddenly started spamming our heartbeats when we are going totally a wrong way... thanks buddies, WY WC ZC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There's one quote to share. "To grow old is obligatory, to grow up is optional"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s, somehow i miss dardar, and somehow i miss zhiling ciel and all those great buddies out there, how are you all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-1001403483355276479?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/1001403483355276479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=1001403483355276479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1001403483355276479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1001403483355276479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-line.html' title='On The Line'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScuLM-6-mCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/v_BJhooJMfM/s72-c/image1025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-5103494686502361822</id><published>2009-03-22T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:50:10.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BSMM and the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BSMM ARTERY CAMP 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for camp details, refer to &lt;a href="http://xiaoying0821.blogspot.com/2009/03/183-203-bsmm-artery-camp.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by xiaoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;remembered the old times, where senior called us 'you you you', remembered the old times, where people called us 'senior senior senior', and now, these people who call us senior is now senior for themselves. PBSM had turned into a totally different BSMM, stranger but still familiar, it was a place we all grew up and learnt much together under one group, one team, one society, and one big family. I truly miss the old times, and maybe it's more true to admit that old times are somehow more significant resonances in our hearts, do you? Coz I am. Ah mark miss you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You all still pasted the same routine o, Artery Camp, nice! It is so good to see that you all enjoyed so much together and had interesting activities also, too bad that i wasn't there to join the crowd (i believe i'd cry at the end of the day, even if mark never cried before...) Some of us did join you all for the great fun, but i not yet contacted them for the time being, so these are solely my own feelings to share. Camp fire was not the climax for the whole event actually, personally i enjoyed most with the morning aerobics and the Big Race on the last day. But reading xiaoying's post i feel like, you guys enjoyed that London Bridge the most yea? LOL, great time to have. (p.s, i remembered you all targetted on Orange's pussy throughout the game, man that was damned exciting =p) also glad to know that the person enjoyed himself so much throughout the game too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing to criticize and i don't wish to say anything since i'm already so old and so out, and suddenly feel like, big gor gor already. HAHAHA. Every batch would have its own uniqueness that the juniors will always remember, but i'm one of the senior citizens who miss juniors, in the other way round. Whatever, i still agree that sitting in a circle and figuring out a group name is the most terrible part of all, seriously. BSMM and the day. so long ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-5103494686502361822?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/5103494686502361822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=5103494686502361822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5103494686502361822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5103494686502361822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/bsmm-and-day.html' title='BSMM and the day'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-5783072563432404254</id><published>2009-03-22T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:00:05.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Pinoccio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScZIVb3U_YI/AAAAAAAAA-g/jpUoMMZbiGg/s1600-h/image1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScZIVb3U_YI/AAAAAAAAA-g/jpUoMMZbiGg/s200/image1016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316015943251721602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last update about a jerk name Chris Crocker has stayed on the headline for almost a week, DAMNED! Whole week of disappearance! kaka, and i'm here to tear him down XD. After regaining myself, i'm now trying to 'remind back' and do some page refreshings here. (btw i'm now seriously sick... this can get any terrible at any time... emo lar) First thing to say is that i've thoroughly cleaned my room (i used to do this thing once in a while when i was really freaked by boredom), and redesigned the layout of my room (but basically not much thing to put in orders, but i kind like the new arrangements which greatly help exposing any possible SMALL STRONG hideouts ""tanks to orange for such fabulous name""). This is not the main point yet, found myself being seriously inhabited by many wide spread red dots and rash all over my skin, and they were able to track down my blood vessels and they simply grew on the tracks... GELI enough to even think about it... After finish cleaning and yes, my whole body was in RED (too bad that dint turn me into a Spiderman, ACHARR! =p) Got a bath, and went to sleep. It was 3.00am by then, dardar don't worry k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15March, woke up quite late actually coz it was super tiring after that cleaning up and my whole body was feeling so terrible (peal my skin off pls anyone...) so went to pharmacy for medication aids and BOO, all closed. Alright then, i guaranteed myself that forever i won't go to a doctor unless that mr.white aint gonna charge me a RM40 for just a visit to the 'white house', and i love the pharmacists! Come, lemme give you all a big *hug*~ Then i'll slap you all, for not opening on Sundays, go to hell you all pharmacists. *piak piak*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and the little pinoccio appeared during 16March, 17March and 18March. Heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life went on the Thursday then, but i din't really call it as something i really enjoy. Skin was still severely affected by those poisonous pops and it was diagnosed as some kind of system failing to filter blood, took some super pink colour pills and had some really itchy life. Thank God you healed me quite soon... I had a really horrible day staying at home practising drawing for Friday's big test, everyone was damned FED-UP for such kacau-ing event. My fingers were all in vains, painful lar... Hoping that i was really ready for such thing that decides my whole designing path... *perhaps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FRIDAY the BIG DAY. I'd prefer to skip the whole morning and go to the evening, you should know why. XD anyway this week's saturday Teen Scene is cancelled due to school holiday so i was not really so tensed up going to aunt house or what, that friday evening was quite enjoyable... HEY did i say enjoyable? Nope, i din't. And that night was the first time i hanged the call before dardar did, it stroke me hard, and i pondered, and hanging the phone was very much more hurtful than listening the doot doot doot sound coming out from the ended calls back then... Sorry, i finally cried once again. (and dardar's existence really keep me far away from tears and i can only cry when this becomes barely valid for me, sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday, early morning received a call from dardar, saying her not feeling well, very dizzy, uneasy and feeling nausey as well. Din't know how i managed to typed few smses whilst i was actually sleeping... i was really worried, but i din't wake up, tears made my eyelids heavy and i couldn't make myself up. Slept a few more hours and woke up because the room was too WARM to describe that i was sleeping in sweat, went for a bath and Joyce called. So i decided to leave my little cozy sexy nest and join them up for lunch. It was around afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here i would like to deliver my thousands of thank you to Yellowman, while i was really roaming about with the people i ran out of credit again. GREAT, reload system of DiGi is damned superb. Was forced to reload which i hate the most, every time i top up and my line will be barred for 20 minutes, i was only able to make calls and all smses were forbidden at the *beautiful* waiting period. Received something that almost made me burst into tears again, but i knew that it was my problem, i made somebody so worried again, i tried to explain... i don't need your trust, but i just hope you can listen to my explanations, you don't need to believe everything, you can go with your heart, i don't mind whatever you do, i'm not feeling sad, not feeling any anger, i was really too anxious and too forcing myself and pulling myself along way too fast, maybe. I just... forget it, i'm always with you, you are NOT a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sun shined like it was really going to melt down Sunway Pyramid, i decided to wander around with them some more instead of again, skipping away without anyone's knowledge, "Where's Mark?". I'm not going to burn myself going home under that stupid sunshine, and i'm not going to become a snowwhite either LOL. My nose had some fun with me and i sneezed quite a few times, wondered if it was because someone was missing me so much, or CURSING me so much. Was that you?? xD Went home about sunset, weather finally cooled down a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got home and dropped into deep sleep, the rest was so blur i just remembered i din't really sleep well even i really had a very long sleep from evening to Sunday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-5783072563432404254?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/5783072563432404254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=5783072563432404254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5783072563432404254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5783072563432404254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-pinoccio.html' title='The Little Pinoccio'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/ScZIVb3U_YI/AAAAAAAAA-g/jpUoMMZbiGg/s72-c/image1016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-6276904732405641686</id><published>2009-03-13T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:51:27.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let us give a round of applause to Chris Crocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: YOU ARE ABOUT TO WATCH THE MOST HILARIOUS VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHAIVXIjRmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHAIVXIjRmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUiSej_3I4U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUiSej_3I4U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2PvpKu-5vA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2PvpKu-5vA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkpLR4WzIBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkpLR4WzIBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EreX977aUvY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EreX977aUvY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Just to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I laughed off these videos for my whole afternoon, gasping for air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;someone please help.. help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s, the content does not represent me, it's just for fun.&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/1845719985806353863-6276904732405641686?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/6276904732405641686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=6276904732405641686&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6276904732405641686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6276904732405641686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-8772175539373112955</id><published>2009-03-13T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:49:18.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another taggy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Directions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark the stupid things you've done, then add up the number of questions you marked. This test is out of 50 questions which means that the number you get as your score (x2) is your percentage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. [ ] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. [ ] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. [ ] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. [ ] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Choked on your own spit while you were talking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(coughed like 5 minutes~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. [ ] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. [ ] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Tried to push open a door that said pull (Noodle Station)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;]Tried to pull open a door that said push &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;we do this, don't we =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love-potion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(and vice versa o.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(quite a couple of times lately..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have unintentionally left the toilet without flushing your poo poo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(just once~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have forgotten to zip up your pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. [ ] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(noodles too XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(i'm so so so sorry! =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. [ ] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total: 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21. [ ] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22. [ ] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;23. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have run into a closed door &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(and bang...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;25. [ ] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;26. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;27. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;28. [ ] Have tripped over when there was nothing on the ground at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;29. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;30. [ ] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total: 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;31. [ ] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;32. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Is this ever STUPID??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;33. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;34. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Looked into the mirror of a roadside shop, make-up a bit, and realize it was actually a glass of an open cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;35. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(purposely =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;36. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;37. [ ] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;38. [ ] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;39. [ ] Walked into a pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;40. [ ] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someones shoes by accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total: 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;41. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;42. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; (i did it with someone's nose too, guess wad XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;43. [ ] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;44. [ ] Walked out of the bathroom (stall) with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;45. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Went to do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;46. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;47. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;48. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;49. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(i got my shirts on sommor... =_=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair (This is DAMN STUPID!! =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total: 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Total : 26/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15x2 = 52 marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;safe. wakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe no one will be more stupid than mr mark mark. blek =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i tag...hmm, &lt;a href="http://jackboyzyijing.blogspot.com"&gt;Jackboyz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kenjify.blogspot.com"&gt;Kenji&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://orange-wee.blogspot.com"&gt;Orange&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://greyvil.blogspot.com"&gt;Vivi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://czhiling.blogspot.com"&gt;zhiling&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(p.s, nice taggers~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-8772175539373112955?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/8772175539373112955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=8772175539373112955&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8772175539373112955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8772175539373112955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-taggy.html' title='Another taggy~'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-99733663478198467</id><published>2009-03-11T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:41:33.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Me and my blablabla</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbfDJH3Ly5I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sQzZioqX_yw/s200/%E7%B1%B3%E5%8D%A4%E8%9B%8BQQ%E8%A1%A8%E6%83%85-34.gif" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311928847003536274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobody tagged me from anywhere, that's a poor thing, but after seeing &lt;a href="http://kenjify.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kenji&lt;/a&gt;'s blog on how he carefully described his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;25 random stuffs&lt;/span&gt;, hmm, maybe i'd do something like that too! XD. Just for fun and i'm sure you're going to be really shocked of what you never knew before! (btw it's so random, so please view'em so randomly too) =p I'm going to start, so are you ready? (Here we go!) =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I'm eating corn-filled bread, after having a very filling dinner, and i plan to cook a pack of maggie later, and finish one orange right after that. But i don't think i'd be full by then, so my kaya bread is standing by. I'm a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; eater. *BITES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I feel so proud of myself when i'm typing without looking at the keyboard, just like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. My favourite colour was orange, then orange made me so rascal, so i followed black. Black made me so hot, so now i turned shirtless. Shirtless made me so sexy, so i return to orange. But i have only one orange shirt at the moment, so i had to fall back to my black parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I prefer the coke from McD, Zinger burger from KFC, mushy soup from PizzaHut, and finally curly fries from A&amp;amp;W. These would make the perfect match for my fast food meal. Ah ya, forgot one thing, and a mixed icecream from Yogi-Yogi. mmm, BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I'm punctual, but please adjust your watch backwards 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. You know what? I'm a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;virgin&lt;/span&gt; and YET. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. My dardar likes love letters with strawberry flavor, and i love 'em in chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. FOOD is my best leisure, sleeping comes next. Waking up is the least favoured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. My favourite japan manga... a lot! From CardCaptor Sakura to GetBackers, and D-Grayman. I enjoy these a lot, and my favourite cartoon is Totally Spies, and now i'm trying to understand Spongbob SquarePants... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. Guess what, i sleep naked. O.O Yes, but not with anyone around of course... additionally, i don't wear bottoms nowadays and i don't feel any awkward. Any Hi-5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11. I'm always confuse which comes first: an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. And i'm VERY picky at eating fussy food, the top blacklisted are fish, grapes, oranges and also rambutan. Or basically i don't eat them, for goodness sake, no bones and no seeds, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13. I never buy clothes for myself except for two pieces of them, most of them are bought by my dearest aunt, but my mum did pay for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14. Yes, about food again, coz im hungry right now. At home you won't find my plate having more than 2 kinds of dishes, and i eat a kind by a kind. I have this weird habit of eating things not altogether... u won't need to wash my plate, basically it's as shiny as it was before i used it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15. You can ask me this question anytime and i'll give you the same answer: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sure&lt;/span&gt;?", my answer is always, "I'm telling you what i know, if you don't believe, go ask the rest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16. I might look like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serial rapist&lt;/span&gt; according to my friends, but actually i'm a cereal rabbit. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17. dOTA and Warcraft is definitely not my type, since i'm anti-bloodshed, and i'm more into wonderland than horror fantasy, and also, i'm not a good fighter. YES, i played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fairyland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18. Don't be surprised or stunned when i forget what i said the last second, my brain is not a hard-disk, it's only a flash memory, and i'm very forgetful (but people say i'm not careful at all). XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19. I'm looking for a part-time job, somewhere around KL, PJ or Subang. Any1 could help? thx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20. My body weight has never changed for 5 years consecutively. 45KG... haiz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21. I'm not a cry baby anymore, but still i really can't help sobbing after watching movies. Here's a brief list of what made me tears: Titanic, Quill, Armegeddon, Nanny McPhee, Rattatouille, Monster Inc, Kungfu Panda, Orphanage, Money Not Enough 2, P.S I Love You, Marley &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22. Mark is very sick of what he wears now, and he is absolutely a fashion dumbo. Check out his wardrobe and you only find black and white, coz he doesn't know how to play mix and match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23. Mark reads too much Weasley fiction novels until his mind is very not realistic thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbfnEo_b_mI/AAAAAAAAA-I/SLAZg3Y9K4I/s200/no+head.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311968352415776354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*and i'm thinking of plugging-off my head... you guys tried it before? it won't work, why?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24. I'm really glad that all my friends are true friends, and they really care a lot. I thank God for giving me such good friend circle, and bless all of you who are reading this. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appreciate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25. Trust me, my boy-boy-looking face did me a block by the night club watchers... *SOBS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbfpWFLnWyI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FP23bm98xVM/s200/mark.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311970851064077090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You bet! Now you are tagged! haha, above are all funny stuffs that may earn a laugh or a glare... kiki, just for fun. By the way, these blablabla are facts. If you have a question, refer to No. 15. Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s, and hey, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NUKE ME WITH A COMMENT&lt;/span&gt;! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-99733663478198467?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/99733663478198467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=99733663478198467&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/99733663478198467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/99733663478198467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-my-blablabla.html' title='Me and my blablabla'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbfDJH3Ly5I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sQzZioqX_yw/s72-c/%E7%B1%B3%E5%8D%A4%E8%9B%8BQQ%E8%A1%A8%E6%83%85-34.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-2308273574093674231</id><published>2009-03-11T14:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:51:43.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i said, that i won't make you lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;anywhere, i'll just be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and i said, i could take away your worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and wait you till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But no matter what i said, i've made you feeling lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;keeping you to stay, and leaving you to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;what else can i say, what else do i take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when i'm the one who says i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;no matter what i said, you don't deserve a sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;everything you gave, was more than all my stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i tried to keep myself awake, reading all your touch and grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;can i love you once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you'r there, everytime i'm thinking all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i don't care, and i ain't just saying for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;everyday, you'r part of me in every single way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;just everything i care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(*rpt chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i did not mean to walk away, but i was just afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;afraid of being empty, afraid of you'd leave me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i don't think so much again, again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you'r there with me a day and a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and i've never cried since you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i just don't know who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my love for you is not just a play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and i know i'd do my best to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;with you ~ once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sbd2A828bmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/OXRk14wQHwM/s200/dar+dar+miss+u.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 165px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311844044215447138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the fifth song i wrote for my dardar. (i'm not good in doing anything for you but i'm really not simply making compromises... in the near future i don't know what will happen, and i'm happy that i'm so worried of you all the time, but i'm disappointed at myself that nothing i could do to be with you. To be with you, i do not wish for all the good moments or sweet time, just spending time with you is enough for me. Maybe i really think a lot, for our future, for our dreams, for everything around you and me, isn't that bad right? My love is not a greatest love, even i am not a great person doing great things, i just love you. When i'm saying these i'm really not wanting you to understand whatever i say, i just want to let you know how much you mean to me. We've gone through the stages of suspicious, argues and even ignorance.. and many more problems that i had thought of, your future, your everything and how i can be with you just like how we are now. Too much thinking won't help, i know, i'm working hard too. Don't be stressed out and feeling emotional because i'm here, i miss you. Even though at times i really can't control myself from thinking further and further, i'm always reminded that you are there with me too. Just want to say thank you dardar, i'm not anybody but you are really somebody for me. P.s, i love you.)&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/1845719985806353863-2308273574093674231?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/2308273574093674231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=2308273574093674231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2308273574093674231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2308273574093674231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sbd2A828bmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/OXRk14wQHwM/s72-c/dar+dar+miss+u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-7801557806856426546</id><published>2009-03-09T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:41:58.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equation of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbP2TKPHg1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/S4ACWxQD248/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbP2TKPHg1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/S4ACWxQD248/s200/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310859194625655634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that, is the equation of love i would like to discuss about. Been very randomly browsing around lately and read many posts about sexual preference, discrimination, how to seek true happiness and how crazy people are in love with. Just to clarify that what i share here is my own opinion and my own stand on what i feel and what i think makes sense, you do not have to agree with me, and you have the absolute right to go against what i think, but that doesn't mean i'm wrong, either. People say that love makes extremes happen, and love has the power to drive one crazy. Do not ask what is love, because love itself has no definition. But we can make relations to calculate love, and in fact we can find that love is actually a responding variable, coz when we don't need it, it's nothing, but when we want it, it becomes just everything that matters, the whole life is into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's make the most important thing clear, love does not equal to happily everafter. People watch movies, watch romance films, read magazines that influence your perspective towards intimacy, and of course people try themselves at love wanting to feel how happy the other couples are. But for me, no matter how we weigh love, it is always not as heavy as other fundamental elements, patience, endurance, understanding, dedication, preseverance, hardship, obedience, you can find all the terms that count, and one will only find himself happy when his patience and hardship will push him closer to the one he loves. Without any of these elements, can you say you truly lovingly faithfully love someone? Some people out there thinks that love is having dates, being together, enjoying the most unforgettable moments, be there to cheer for the another, vacations, honeymoon, and the most in love, weddings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep our eyes open, love is not happiness, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;happiness is a part of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that's definite, but wait. We seek love not to have a happily everafter ending which happens only in storybooks, but we seek love to love a person so great that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we give away our love to feel love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds complicated? It is, coz love is never taking in, but always giving out. You feel so happy in love because your other half shows his/her love on you, and you do, too. You feel more happy not when your beloved tells you he/she loves you, but when you really do something for him/her and he/she actually feels it so deeply, and tells you how much your dedication is appreciated. Many of us know this feeling, we just want him/her to smile for us, and we just want to be the sort of "guardian angel" that gives everything he/she needs, in time of need or just, anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We endure hardship, trying to build up a family, because we love, and we dedicate ourselves to make all effort in strengthening love, we need love. We wait, we long for, we anxiously look around when our beloved ones are not beside us, we find, we spend time, spend money, sacrifice our own sweet personal times, because of love. We hide away sadness, putting up a smile on our faces, we try to carry all things by our own, give the very best to hold on, because we love. We'd rather take everything on us, than making our beloved ones have even one second of suffering or unhappiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love equals not to happiness, but obedience, and do you know? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love is not a noun, it's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;verb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can search the dictionary, giving you all the explanations of love as a noun, but why it is more a verb? Simply because love itself is nothing, but we do so much and give so much, our actions are not out of us having love, but we love. We hold our beloved's hand, giving the warm hugs and share our sole blanket, live under one roof, drive one car, and everything of us belong to him/her as well. The more we do and give, the more happiness we find in love. We do not wait for love to come silently knocking your door, but we need to put ourselves into action, love is nothing but actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Equation of love, that is, love with a whole heart, love until the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never stop working for love, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;never hide love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not wait to be loved, be the one who loves, and you can be more lovely than you thought you are. Love is everything kind and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;everything not done to ourselves&lt;/span&gt;, again i'd conclude with this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"we give away love to a person, so that we would feel loved"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then love will last, much longer than forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All my best wishings to everyone in love. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-7801557806856426546?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/7801557806856426546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=7801557806856426546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7801557806856426546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7801557806856426546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/equation-of-love.html' title='Equation of Love'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbP2TKPHg1I/AAAAAAAAA8g/S4ACWxQD248/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-1128518488180647226</id><published>2009-03-08T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:34:01.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Lose Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbPG1klEMWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/jiQkdTP2TMA/s320/FacingTheGiants.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310807009254453602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before i write stuffs about me and what i did, i tell you to watch this film. It's inspiring, awesome and captivating, and you would never want to miss such great one. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's about a high school baseball coach teaching for six years, but never had a winning season. After several years of failing seasons, the Shiloh Eagles are considering replacing him as head coach. This is not the only problem Taylor is facing; his car is breaking down, and he finds out he is the reason that his wife cannot become pregnant. In order to get his life, and football team, back on track, he realizes he must cry out to God for help. He creates a new coaching philosophy – he needs to praise God when they win, and praise God when they lose. From that point on, they lose only one game, and go on to win the State Championship. Matt and his dad buy Grant a Ford F-150 which is Mr. Prater's way of thanking Grant for changing Matt's attitude. His his team goes to the finals and face the champion team, The Giants and The Eagles win the game. After such fortune, his wife also becomes pregnant at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "With God all things are possible." Matthew 19:26. Indeed, i was deeply moved and again touched by the uncondition love from dear Lord. Thank you Lord for bearing with us, we do not ask for more signs from you, and no matter what we have and what we do in our life, our only purpose is to honor you, to give you the glory of yours, and we will remain faithful as your children, you are the almighty, all in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now it's time for my diary, would start it from saturday morning then. Phoned dardar, well as guessed dardar woke up earlier than me again (but dardar's waking up was continuing immobilized on bed). XD The time was showing about 10 plus i think, got myself prepared to follow my usual weekend routine going to aunt's place in Klang. Bible, notes, clean cloths, and hoodies (the church has a way-too-cold air conditioning). When i got myself all ready it was already 11, so i hurried a bit to KTM station and got myself one station to Subang Jaya... but well it was way too early for me to go to aunt's place at that time, got myself seated in McD again (I'm a classic McD freak.. ;p) Had quite great time eating the McD Lunch with discounted price RM5.95+ tax... had a doublecheese burger, and i hated it. T_T cheese is not my kind~ Dardar was falling back to sleep again as predicted, so cute~ Haax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rain started falling cats and dogs. Continued to Klang, arrived at station, waited for aunt to come as usual. Rained even worse, but didnt get wet. Got myself another lunch session, had wonderful and delicious fried rice~ yummmmmy! As usual departed for Teen Scene meeting in church at half past three, it's for the youth and teens meeting from primary to college students. Worshipped with songs and prayers, announced that meetings in the following two weeks will be cancelled due to a trip to A'Famosa Wild Animal Zoo, and consequently to coincide with school holiday. (Am i supposed to be joyous for saving a tiring trip, or to be sad since i'd miss two worship sessions with God?). =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it was when we were told that there was no class, and we had a chance to watch a fantastic movie, which is now displayed at the beginning of this post. I was so deeply inspired by how love drives people and what love actually means, but what further touched me was how they put themselves unto the Potter's hand, give Him all praise and glory despite winning or losses. Too bad our time only allowed us to watch the first half part, the next half part of the film will be continued on the 28 of March... SADDENING LAR!... cant wait to watch again. It was 5.45pm, phoned dardar, telling dardar not to worry, and was told that somebody actually went swimming! (Wow, good to hear that you do not stay at home. I'm always worried of you staying at home, worried of you getting bored and emotional... HAD FUN? Miss you...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbPyCf1wAcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T6lA7TGfjIs/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbPyCf1wAcI/AAAAAAAAA8I/T6lA7TGfjIs/s200/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310854510320550338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbPyC0E3FQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ubFQyQe4zX8/s200/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310854515752637698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pic on the left: God gave us BIG trees, and also SMALL tress...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pic on the right: Had delicious ice-scream!...ya, i did scream =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went Jusco before going home, wandered around and went back. Grace's bf Edwin was invited for dinner, and when he came i was sleeping on the sofa (Damned embarrassing neway). Listened to radio after that and again stole some food (Love letters! My favourite), and phoned dardar, stupidly standing sticking on the glass doorfront coz Digi had so low coverage lar... But really enjoyed talking with dardar (You are really bad, so blue-minded lar you...) Slept before 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday morning, woke up and went for general Sunday worship meeting. Had an inspirational talk by Brother Ken who is actually a Pakistan-Malaysian, gave his sharings on the topic of "The Destroy of the Temple", as referred to John Chapter 2. After that followed aunt home, i had very assorted food as my lunch. Mix rice, fried chicken, you-tiao, cookies, kopi-o, milo, coke... felt my stomach really din't enjoy it, but my taste buds said yummmy! LOL. Another boring period watching Disney Channel with Alice... and then everyone went out... So had quite a long chat with dardar on "adult-content".. DOOT.. hehe, sorry, not suitable for minors...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evening fell, gosh, aunt asked me to take dinner before leaving, and it was just SIX O'CLOCK! Okay, nvm. Then Edwin drove along Colin, Joanne, Grace and me straight to Sunway, heard they said were going to visit the newly opened "Bubble-Gum" shop in Pyramid, huh? I din't know about such shop, gonna check it out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now i'm home, blogging this... and the NEXT one. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbPyDGw0OqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ACz7W3Pkap4/s200/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310854520768838306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;p.s, see the scar? dont worry, it's recovering dy. Thanks for all concerns! ^^ Appreciated~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-1128518488180647226?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/1128518488180647226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=1128518488180647226&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1128518488180647226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1128518488180647226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-lose-faith.html' title='Never Lose Faith'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbPG1klEMWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/jiQkdTP2TMA/s72-c/FacingTheGiants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-6031023728610789026</id><published>2009-03-06T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:27:24.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbD77yCmCvI/AAAAAAAAA74/4oE0zvxiIYU/s1600-h/Explicit+image+haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbD77yCmCvI/AAAAAAAAA74/4oE0zvxiIYU/s200/Explicit+image+haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310020965133322994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don't wanna know what is the title about, but i'm gonna tell you what happened and something which the title is related to. And please, just ignore the image beside, that one, i think it's just too horrifying to put up the picture, because i understand that my blog readers consists of minors too XD XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing i'm going to tell was about what happened a day before this, posting this only today and i have my own reasons to tell. Save the junks, i go straight to point. Bang my head, somewhere close to forehead. Was actually fixing the plugs and wires just below my computer table, just then when i was about to get up, perhaps because of my clumsiness, my head knocked onto the corner of the table (just to mention that the table din't knock me, but i did =p). I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs.RED&lt;/span&gt;. It was so damned horrible i tell you, but atleast Mrs.RED din't splash or sprinkled all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was so scared and i stunned there for a couple of seconds before i came into feedback reaction, i reached for Mr.Tissue and pressed him on Mrs.RED so he could stop her from keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love~ XD I was worried if more Mrs.REDs would come out and play, then i brought along many Mr.Tissues with me and hurried to the clinic nearby. (Sorry dardar, i'm sorry really sorry that i still joked with it) Some people saw me in this state but they just, kept walking and walking and walking, this is the world~ Got in to the afternoon clinic and was fortunate that there was not many waiting patients, (even if there were, hey i was in emergency!). Then a brown-eyed nurse took me into the room and shut the door. OMG Haha, the feeling i had at that moment was just excited. Doctor din't speak anything, just asked if i felt any uneasiness or discomfort, it was the nurse who asked many questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ahh, eh what happened?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"No lar, knocked my head on the computer table."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I ask you ahh, Were you trying to suicide boy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Haha, no no no. Accident only lar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"How come you can knock your head on the... computer table?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Was doing something under the table, and when i wanted to stand up then knocked loh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"So careless ar you, you wait here i bersih your wound first, don't move ah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...after a minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Eh boy, so busy tekan tekan, cari awek u ke?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Haha...no lah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking to another nurse, "This boy ar, nak awek tak nak nyawa lagi, tengok dia macam ni masih senyum lagi hah..." and blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"...(speechless)..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was texting my dardar that moment, the nurse tried to peek what i was typing in my phone. HEY. Oh well was quite awkward too coz the doctor was staring at me all the way, sorry for keep pressing lar... After treating the wound, (luckily i din't get a whole-head bandage) walked out and said thank you. Waited a while to pay for my visit T_T. RM40, i'd rather bleed my head than bleed my wallet. XD Just joking, i'm alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm, the rest of the day was spent quite boringly... Nothing to do except talk talk with dardar and wander around inside my room LOL. Network was better, but not too good either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Don't worry dardar, i'll take care myself.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the entire story is about Big Bang Boom (you got the relation now?) =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p.s, had to wear a cap, coz can't comb my hair without bathing, i cant wet it. Luckily may hair is quite long so the wound can't really be seen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but litat i wont go out shopping also... wind blow blow then the hair fly fly also will reveal it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p.p.s, It was proven that Mr.Tissue was able to control Mrs.RED from having too much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XD. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-6031023728610789026?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/6031023728610789026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=6031023728610789026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6031023728610789026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6031023728610789026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bang-boom.html' title='Big Bang Boom'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SbD77yCmCvI/AAAAAAAAA74/4oE0zvxiIYU/s72-c/Explicit+image+haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-6085141121309208650</id><published>2009-03-05T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:07:00.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Error</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sa_if3kntPI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t1YuOBZhvf4/s1600-h/yellow+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sa_if3kntPI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t1YuOBZhvf4/s320/yellow+man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309711522814473458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What error occurs daily? Or, what errors occur daily? You never expect someone who is so yellow to follow you everywhere and giving you the chubby silly look of him, telling you how far and how fast he can make you cover, appearing before every movie in every theatre warning you to switch your phone to silent mode, yet giving you big jugs of pop-errors instead of the enjoyable popcorns. You got a whole world of market, and whole bank of cash, but you also have a whole system of service errors, so you say, we should be proud to have you as the smartest choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's more is that, he is everywhere to be found, singing the most annoying tune, haunting you from nightmares to day-horror. So what? Don't give me that kind of irritating face, joking with me with barring my number trying to keep me follow you all the way, it's not funny. Obviously I'm talking about the famous Yellowman who gives me so much trouble, producing the superbly frustrating errors everyday. I just want to make calls, send a simple SMS, how daring you are to bar me even instantly after i've reloaded! Not for minutes but for hours, i mean, how could you! But can i blame you, since i need you, but you are such troublemaker, i don't want to sing "Welcome to my life", i'd love to bang this song "Bad Day", especially dedicated to you, Mr Yellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XD XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tm.com.my/images/personal/internet/services/bluehyppo/hyppo.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 252px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think it's the only occuring error, there's another one. M country's widest networking system which 'streams' across streets and towns, providing both wired and wireless services. Lately you introduced your famous broadband, and we all got so excited. Luckily you are not yellow, but sadly, you are blue, so nothing much in difference. Both you fella are so damned chubby and slow, first i got blocked sending sms or making calls, and you this super big hyppo is so slow and lazy to help me connect to internet. Nuff* I had so much flames sparking on my head, you see them? Now you know why i have to post this, i hate yellow and blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the old days, i used to download a 3MB music document just within 2 minutes, it was at the beginning period of my subscription to your service, and later you became lazy to move yourself, i had to manually "boost" you with all the 3rd party softwares, and pull you along on my progress bar. You had me spending enjoyable time finish watching the entire movie, and when i returned and was so stunned by what you did to my downloads (Guys, know what?). First my music download stopped halfway and not moving on, second my instant messenger got signed out, that was when i realize, mr blue made me DISCONNECTED! Very well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then i tried bearing with you, and you repeated the same condition several times for a continuously 4 hours. Wt. I'm done with you this time, after my subscription period with you is over i will kick you far away to Africa, yes, why not a nice and cute hyppo stay there and never come back again? LOL. But im so "tied up" with you coz i have no choice but to rely on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for reading [The Daily Error].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-6085141121309208650?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/6085141121309208650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=6085141121309208650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6085141121309208650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/6085141121309208650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/daily-error.html' title='The Daily Error'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sa_if3kntPI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t1YuOBZhvf4/s72-c/yellow+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-8798622337432263194</id><published>2009-03-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:20:34.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reversed Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sa2UuY45FsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zSJeytWXnps/s200/Image906.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309063060415649474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And i'm blogging again, trying to keep up the traffic while doing what i should be doing. I ought that today was going to rain again, but it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; not continued falling, which made the weather not as chilly as days before (i don't like warm weather, but that's the climate in Malaysia). Was lazy to go out and take lunch, woke up from my cozy bed around 2p.m and realized that my stomach was seriously growling in anger (paiseh lerrr). Fed her with McDelivery which came within 15 minutes, the time showed 2.35p.m. Companied dardar a while, and still discussing about the ISSHHly phone stuffs, the brain was getting so jam-packed with that, but i felt somehow glad for my dardar too. (later you got yourself so involved in your personal conflicts and had me ignored for around 2 hours+, dint you know when i wanted to do something but was helpless, how i felt my uselessness... i were there for you, did you need me to be there?) Fed up of waiting, again randomly browsed around and got a new friend by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was browsing in dardar's webpage and saw jason leaving comment, mistook it as one of my buddies and only realize he's a PG dude, namely jason too. XD, big misunderstanding. Had a brief chat and shared some opinions about love, well i don't want to touch about this topic here. 5.24p.m, dardar phoned and told me you wanted to go for swimming, and not with other words hanged the call. After texted dardar asking to becareful, somehow i felt strong emptiness again, but that was not a big deal for me, i'm alright. Got my homework done, and had some nice chat with old friends. BIG MISUNDERSTANDING AGAIN, mistook farnheaven.blogspot.com as the blog of chaofarn, and it's been quite some time...Holy mistake i've made, sorry chaofarn (and special apologize for the owner of this blog, i'd remove you from my linking since i don't know you at all XD). Case closed, blek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sa2VV3QbKaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/EgauUoeZoGU/s320/Image775.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309063738582313378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That's the present i received from Klang Jaya Gospel Hall's TeenScene, for celebrating my 18s birthday (last year!.. XD), however was damned happy upon receiving it (and it was last week's stuff and i belated posting =p). I think it's designed by my cousin Joyce again, for she's really awsome in making decorative stuffs and those pretty accessories. Thanks! Making me holding it from the beginning of the activity until the end of it, was IN FACT quite embarrassed... haax&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Night fell, went out for dinner with fengjian, texted dardar with the strong feeling of missing something, no reply. (The time was around 8p.m, d swimming pool shouldve closed by then, know how worried and anxious i was?) Forget it, had a very slow dinner and sorry to make fengjian waited me (part of the reason me eating so slow was becuz worriness got me so carried away). Finally dardar phoned but i dint get it, texted me saying nothing but telling me not to worry, WASSUP!!!??. wt. The rest of the night i wasn't really enjoying myself, until dardar sang me my favourite song "Zui Xing Fu De Shi" by Rachel Liang, had to admit that dardar actually has a very nice voice~ Lov'ya. (F**K, i din't know whats wrong and you had me stunned there for another long time, but i really don't mind, just want to tell you i was worried, DAMNED worried). Things got fine afterwards, just to mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took a cold bath before writing this post, texted mum too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(p.s, the whole day i dint text my friends at all, am i blindfolded by love and emo?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(p.p.s, but for those people who cares about me, actually i miss you all too...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(p.p.p.s, i'm alright! Perfectly alright XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-8798622337432263194?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/8798622337432263194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=8798622337432263194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8798622337432263194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8798622337432263194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/reversed-walking.html' title='Reversed Walking'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sa2UuY45FsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zSJeytWXnps/s72-c/Image906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-8973983439949683794</id><published>2009-03-02T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:24:26.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions In Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sav1DCBr0CI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0IujQDZ1Egc/s1600-h/Image890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sav1DCBr0CI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0IujQDZ1Egc/s200/Image890.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308606018218610722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"If a brain can stop functioning and stop thinking, why couldn't a heart stop beating and stop feeling?", it was then i began to stop thinking too much nonsenses and try to focus on my life essentials, avoiding all kinds of emotion decks, just be myself in my own rules. What i've been busy at? Reading my previous posts about my former classmates and you would get the answers, but what else did i do other than writing. I bleed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been randomly browsing around checking if there's something that i could do to further enhance my networking skills, or somehow what else could i do that may help with my dardar's stuffs. It's raining out there right now, weather is chilly but i'm not on my shirt (pants ya), for me i'm really someone who generates great amount of body heat (and finally i did find someone who is hotter than i'm, hot in the sense of body heat and sexually attractiveness, guess who? question me XD). Bought a few mobile phone magazines trying to give my dardar some information which might get helpful as dardar is going to get a new phone to replace the stupid broken old mobile, (it ended up you'd already got your choices in your mind, but anyway i'm still up to the help, right?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hates messenger, it either prevent me from signing in, or just keep delaying my outgoing messages and making my precious contacts nudging me for not receiving my replies, SOBS, i dint ignore you all, alright? BLAME MY NETWORK XD. Maybe i should really clear up my contact list which seems a bit junky, with a whole bunch of inactive contacts whom i never ever chatted before, or only once or twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time flies so fast until i din't realize it's already March, the SPM result of those form5 graduates is coming out REAL SOON, am worrying about it so much coz dardar is also one of them. My own result was quite UNSATISFYING and i was really not proud of it, and also for myself. After the result is out, really look forward to be together with my dardar, (i'm SERIOUSLY confident with you, but no matter what, you have me with you kay "winks").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's getting so late now, and the rain never seems to slow down. It's time to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind is breaking down... a lot of questions bumping my forehead trying to intrude my brain and keep me thinking, hey stop it! Leave me blank-minded alright? Going crazy thinking and thinking, how hilarious am i doing myself a silly guy having funny plans about future, and future, and future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SLEEP is the best solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s, Should i go for gym?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-8973983439949683794?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/8973983439949683794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=8973983439949683794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8973983439949683794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8973983439949683794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/questions-in-mind.html' title='Questions In Mind'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sav1DCBr0CI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0IujQDZ1Egc/s72-c/Image890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-7779620606006313010</id><published>2009-03-02T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:05:11.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sjm'/><title type='text'>Reminiscent of Old Times 2 UPDATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;continued from "Reminiscent of Old Times"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;okay, finished with our pretty ladies, so... BOYS right? here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(random arrangement, coz im so familiar with each and everyone of you guys, hax)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;[HOVER OVER &amp;amp; PAUSE YOUR MOUSE ON A PIC TO READ MORE!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee Muh Teck               &amp;amp;          Chin Wee Chuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Number 1 [zhuai] fella in our class, ahteck! hax. Hmm, he was one of the most noisy people in our class, but also very much welcomed by most since he was really an excellent story teller, in a sense that whatever story that came out from his mouth was really so lively and superbly interesting (even if it was just some ignorable stuffs, he could make it damned STUNNING!). His most favourite singer is S.H.E and we all could hear him singing their songs almost everyday, admitting that, hmm, he could sing quite well~ =p Knew him since form1, and had been really getting along with him after then. Maybe he was not that kind of good listener or who could give you very helpful and comforting advices, but he was really a great friend, despite his awful feminine gestures! XD XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXIGYxQY0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/LTWgsDRkm10/s288/teck.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Weechuan is still very active in college now, just like how he was in high school with us. Not a very good looking guy like me (YEWW~), but he looks REAL COOL acting as a woman! XD As we all know, he was really a nut in our class (not meaning that he was stupid, but he was really good at putting himself in hilarious situations just to make people laugh, out of his sincere intentions, this i still cant figure out why, why? XD). This dude was very talkative when hes in a sunny mood, though we knew he was not that simple-minded, but he really simplified himself for his own good reasons, hax! Laughters would be where he would be, but he is not a friend-for-laugh, he is also somehow a concerned analyst, who truly speaks from the heart and gives you some lovely suggestions and would stand in your shoes (smelly shoes XD) and DEFINITELY NOT A FAKER. Somehow, feminine but still superbly popular in school! Guess what? He ROCKS! =p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJPEgHicI/AAAAAAAAAoo/8DM6dqHsbTo/s288/wee.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Click to visit us!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chia Fun Liang               &amp;amp;          Cheong Wei Jiann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Always the functioning calculator in our class, here comes funliang. Nice to talk good to play and best to get mad with! (Really?) Despite that he is a brainiac and very good in maths, he had a very welcoming character too, hmm. SKINNIEST guy in our class, can be easily get blown to south africa with the strength of a table fan (MAN! EAT MORE!) XD. Although people wont go for him of any personal problems or emotional conflicts, but he was a good teacher in academic doubts, though at times he got so damned f***king [zhuai] and made us so fed up but it was still FINE! XD. The president of bowling and choir Club (Huhhh??), but hey believe me, mind him a bit playful but he works really serious if he wants to be! Yeah man, this dude loves cracking around, meaning that he is definitely not the kind who will sit there firmly for more than 30 minutes (expt for exams~). COOL DUDE!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXInDo7zJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Rs0YbJid114/s288/liang.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Now the commander of Form6 RedCrescent Society, previously also the commander of our highschool camps, and that was how weijiann earned himself a respected nick of [CC] (stands for camp-commander), and lasted until now~ Cute and Kawaii (WTF!), his skin was so smooth and white just like the skin-peeled Kentucky Chicken. XD Just kidding. He is quite tall, and i always envied his long fingers which really are not supposed to be growing on a mans hands. FUNNY and easy-going, a bit indecisive but still very organized. Being together with him wont make you bored but will only freezes you, not with cold jokes but with that silly-looking grinning face (LOL). A popular guy among all, can draw quite well but are not aspired to become artist, or just perhaps. Clever and hardworking, helpful yet a little bit naughty sometimes. And i really wonder why he has got another nick of hamster...??? Thats interesting man."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXIkr47_ZI/AAAAAAAAAno/Yuv_2gkc560/s288/weijiann.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goh Chao Farn          &amp;amp;          Goh Zee Chun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="This guy named Chaofarn is just normal, but if i were to write about him, that would be long. Classic type of crime-psychologist who tells you very serious topics and you really get inspired at times, or sometimes, out-of-the-blue, he could speak you with some out-of-the-blue stuffs that makes you really gets out-of-your-mind. XD He is humour, friendly and also responsible, and he was the president for Red Crescent Society which stood to be the top 3 societies in our school. Good in management skills and inquisitive, dont disturb him when he is really focusing, or he would shock you with the powerful megawatts look of that eyes. =p We all agree that his famous flying-kiss and thunder-winks could really bring us down to the ground, hax, but its kinda funny of him. If you are looking for a partner who is not easily carried away, this is the guy."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJSlCjvOI/AAAAAAAAAow/Mms6G2F7ZjM/s288/chaofarn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Zeechun was the tallest guy in the whole school, which made him really noticeable in any occasion. A hyper Jolin fans, whom i think could dance each and every of her songs, and really awesome!! There was never a time i saw him looking energetic when he first entered classroom early in the morning, but then, he warmed up really fast and the [face] was appearing soon before the bells of the first class rang. XD He could give helpful and sincere advices, providing truthful opinions and also comforting people around him in need. A nice-to-have friend who really observes you at most of the time without you knowing it, the caring kind. Well there was one time that a rather annoying word of [Foou] (meaning?) became the hot quote in our class, saying it aloud to people feeling so proud, and i wondered, WHY?! LOLx. But i think he is really suitable to become a stage performer, he has the genes in him."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXF0I5x1EI/AAAAAAAAAnM/15plX5zJoyA/s288/zeechun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tung Yit Xiang                          &amp;amp;          Daniel Cheng Mao Lean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="The naughtiest and most daring fella in our class, head of the Stifflers gang, Mr.Tung.He is hot. He looks good, fit and always in sweat, meaning that although he looks quite nice but stinks (girls said this always.. XD). He is decisive, leadershipping, straight-forward and responsible. Despite these he is hyperactive, humourous and crazy, outgoing and open-minded, somehow, a flirt. But anyway that's judging from surface, for all we know, hes actually really helpful and dedicating when you are in need. He can be extremely serious and also extremely not, depending on the situations. He knows a lot of stuffs, from astronomy to geography, economy to physiology, just a jack of all trades but more than that. Optimistic and always full of insane ideas, very social and friendly. Mind him a stiffler, who doesnt smoke and is not heavy drinker. XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJj-b50lI/AAAAAAAAApA/LZIaG216ycQ/s288/tung.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="He is Daniel Cheng, generally known as a smart and sporting guy. He was the head prefect of our school, even though he was really naughty and playful, sometimes talk about how was he so unsatisfied about this and that, but he still had his job well done in the prefect board. Managing skill was there, and he had really tough time trying to adapt himself in such packed schedule. Daniel was sought after by quite a number of girls, for his sunny smile and also the friendliness. He is a big size fella even until now, not too fat, somekind of dirty fella who enjoys soccer a lot like tung. Not really good in mandarin, but not totally a banana, he could speak well. For most of us, even though he looked like a grown-up-baby face, looking simple minded, but he was never too carried away. Responsible has been his strong point, and being easily-affected has too been his weakness, the best thing is he always have a group of sincere friends around him. Single? I bet not XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJJosb6BI/AAAAAAAAAog/mE2wCUWetdM/s288/daniel2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;William Chai Yee Sing           &amp;amp;                         Cheng Pin Pin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="A singer-in-the-rise, William is one of my closest friends. Having the look and the will to achieve what he longs for are his strong point, and being the band leader of the marching band of our school, he had gave all his best to perform. He is very friendly and easy to get along, he might be looking cool but actually he has his childish and playful side too. No matter what kind of duties or responsibilities were given to him, and no matter how tough or how time-consuming, he would finish them without compromising. We shared a lot, and perhaps we are similar to each another in different ways. And ya! He is really mischievious and slow-witted, we had fun with him trying to trick him into some sense of chilly jokes, and he was the last one to react, interesting XD. This fella had been all-along obsessed in music, but he knows to fulfill his dream he had to set his feet firm first. Caring towards everyone around him even if he dint say so, and really talkative like ahteck. =p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXIu1phE1I/AAAAAAAAAoA/iqgdy9OTN2Y/s288/william.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Pinpin is always that kind and friendly, but he never went too crazy or immersed himself into insanity. He was responsible and really helpful, for the way he treat people and the way he treat himself as well. Best and closest friend with william and got stucked together for quite sometime in school, pinpin had always been doing the fellowship part, although we know he has the potential to make the lead out of something. What he likes? Soccer, indeed another soccer fans (or i wonder all boys are?) XD. Eventhough sometimes he didnt talk much about himself or things that he was troubled of, but he never made his friends worry about him. A great friend to have, might not be a good advisor but definitely a truthful listener. A typical boy-next-door."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJmSZi7mI/AAAAAAAAApI/AP8aDjCwNfE/s288/pinpin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lim Chao Hung          &amp;amp;               Koi Vin Sern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="A big and firm sized huge guy, chaohung had a body full of muscles XD. Thats not the highlight anyway, he is friendly and indeed a superbly adorable guy who loves making funny gestures and silly expression to bring laughters, especially towards shinnee (his gf). He is lovely, and at times so fierce and scary when he was into training newbies of the scout juniors. He might not be the type that loves to listen to your problems, but he always know the condition and wont come jumble up everything. A sensible person and also optimistic, rarely seen him emo too~ He offers truthful helps when you are in need, and never had spoken complaints, coz he is really easy-going actually. Likes him? Sorry, unavailable. XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJFR_f69I/AAAAAAAAAoY/EVL9izWaI4I/s288/hung.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Updating!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJcRtUmnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ZGfy8MObjbw/s288/koi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicholas Chan Kit Joo          &amp;amp;                    Lee Hon Cheun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Updating!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXIqqkHVyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ySEXgHJ4yLE/s288/nicholas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Updating!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXIidllFfI/AAAAAAAAAng/5RpDF6cpHa0/s288/honcheun.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-7779620606006313010?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/7779620606006313010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=7779620606006313010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7779620606006313010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7779620606006313010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscent-of-old-times-2.html' title='Reminiscent of Old Times 2 UPDATING'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXIGYxQY0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/LTWgsDRkm10/s72-c/teck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-2797171277993630460</id><published>2009-03-01T07:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:22:07.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sjm'/><title type='text'>Reminiscent of Old Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post is actually dedicated to all of you, my old friends from SJM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1K1 . 2K1 . 3K1 . 4Sc1+2 . 5Sc1+2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....let's start with ... the ladies? (arranged by 'more to write' to 'less to write') =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[HOVER OVER &amp;amp; PAUSE YOUR MOUSE ON A PIC TO READ MORE!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kan Jia Min               &amp;amp;          Chye Wan Yee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Say cheese to Jiamin. She iss a small sized but active girl, considered our big sister in d class. Quite fierce but full of good intentions (it iss all for your own good~), and always the top student in our class. Having to be involved in many societies shes always busy, but still able to keep the focus back on academic studies. Cookies baking was her favourite, wonder is she still doing this now? Her famous action was to stomp her feet on the ground, not to say she act cute la but in fact, she is quite a funny girl, despite when she gets really serious. Highly aspired person and disciplined. Great and caring, single and available. Interested? =p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNxYdR7PI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SLO91ChqTlk/s288/jiamin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="The skinniest girl in my class, namely [a bowl of vege(yi wan cai)]. Hax, just joking, hi to wanyee. Another hardworking yet inspiring girl, who is really a good counsellor if you ever approached her for your problems, and a good listener. Gentle and soft, hmm, despite all these she iss a great friend to have. Kind-hearted and very sensitive observant, she might not know what you need but she was always there to look out and to lend you a helping hand. For me she is quite good looking, and came right after Jiamin on the [fierceful women ranking]. =p She hates to be teased, so guys, beware."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXN1HmCeQI/AAAAAAAAArA/3HClDt7mRQY/s288/wanyee.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Say cheese to Jiamin. She iss a small sized but active girl, considered our big sister in d class. Quite fierce but full of good intentions (it iss all for your own good~), and always the top student in our class. Having to be involved in many societies shes always busy, but still able to keep the focus back on academic studies. Cookies baking was her favourite, wonder is she still doing this now? Her famous action was to stomp her feet on the ground, not to say she act cute la but in fact, she is quite a funny girl, despite when she gets really serious. Highly aspired person and disciplined. Great and caring, single and available. Interested? =p"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chen Shi Yin                &amp;amp;          Chong Yan Ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Meet shiyin (ashi), d craziest girl among all, the most [sampat] girl among all, and the most [humour] girl among all. Yes, welcome shiyin. =p Being a prefect she looks more like a housekeeper, but evryone finds her very interesting coz she is very good to be flirt with. O.O She iss good as a mother-to-be since she knows quite a lot of housing chores, cooks quite nice (tats what i heard) and also very [calculative] in terms of money and expenses... Additionally, she is so damned scared of lizards, seriously Damned. Anyway just looking at her makes me feel so good-to-laugh, she was always so energetic and, you may not want to know the rest. A very camera-fit girl who really stands out in a crowd with her charming smile. And guess what? She iss single, but she comes quite picky with her other half preference. XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNzDk_wWI/AAAAAAAAAqg/o3Lmqz1SHmo/s288/ashi2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Yanying is not in the ranking of [the most of] what and so what... But she' is really good to get along with, as many guys had been eyeing on her for long time. WOO~ Despite being called [hippo] by us she is exactly not a hippo-look-alike girl. =p Gentle too, but her long skirt is tight enough which makes her unable to walk fast (a lot of prefects have this common trouble). LOL. Cant say shes not decisive but she needs people to agree with her before she say out what she thinks. A young and prospective girl, with deep dimples which we suspect she man-made it (but actually it was just a joke). Single but im not sure whether is she still available, coz she has got a long queue of guys to deal with."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXN2QT3T8I/AAAAAAAAArY/DRuEu2dyV4c/s288/yanying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hee Hui Ling            &amp;amp;          Yeo Jun Zhao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Meet huiling, a girl who doesnt like to outstand herself in crowd, full of opinions and thoughts but wont say out unless you are on her side =p. The famous [tiger teeth] of hers make her face look a bit chubby but shes definitely not fat. Helpful and really dedicating when she gets serious. What i realized was shes always getting sick and blur... and cried the most (but she is not a crybaby). We all find her good in social-relationship, and herself is also a rather active girl in cocurriculum activities and stuffs out there. Okay the tough question is im not sure whether is she still single or not, hax, her famous action towards her ex bf was the painful twisting pinch. OUCH =p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXN1XAcv6I/AAAAAAAAArI/hpDAHLk8RUs/s288/huiling.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Actually for all of us Junzhao is really a cheerful and leadership character, who has a really sweet and girlish voice (and a fierceful side when she gets mad). Really busily involved in many kinds of school and out-school activities, always seeing her in her tiring-mode, hax. Beyond all these, she was always the aerobic-planner for our camps, she was really good at integrating with all these stuffs. The Junjun i know is very optimistic, and she has got her own reason if she argue with someone, a typical debating girl who represented our school as well. Single? XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNxv5LljI/AAAAAAAAAqI/SiuP56ykMOk/s288/junzhao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chia Shin Nee          &amp;amp;          Tan Boon Sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Cheers to shinnee, a really stunning girl who looks definitely korea-alike. Hax, sorry guys shes [belonged]. Jiamin Wanyee Shiyin Yanying Huiling Junzhao and Shinnee were the 7-sister in our class (qi jie mei), and for all shes the top school belle, XD. Besides being active in many activities, she was rather serious when it deals to any other kind of things, such as meeting discussion and group projects. Just to mention that shes got a diploma in piano, and which really matches her character (now studying music in ICOM, i think so.) Like her style, and the way she clumsily moves around her arms when she got up her nerves. Hax, hope she is doing good now too~"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNwRhqaaI/AAAAAAAAApw/ykjMimIfyDw/s288/shinnee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Guys, another unavailable girl here, meet Boonsin (ahboon). Another very highly talented and highly requested girl in our school, very hardworking and considered brainiac in our class, worked very hard to get what she wants. Despite of her hot-temper, and her big eyes which shoots arrows of fire at you, she is really a good friend to get along with. Both the girls above are superb in singing, and are publicly recognized. WOO~ Indeed, ahboon has a very classic character of a girl-next-door."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXN26sZeGI/AAAAAAAAArg/-9WjSmQZ8A0/s288/boonsin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cally Yap Joe San          &amp;amp;          Cheryl Yap Joe Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Should i introduce them together as a pair of lovely sisters or should i individually show off each one of them? Cally is older than cheryl, which means they are not twins, but came from the same womb. Cally and cheryl are both talented in piano, and both have some similar characteristics. But with differences, im now going to introduce separately. XD Cally is considered a girl who does not grab your attention at all time but gives you very helpful opinions if you are interested to hear from her, that makes me think she was full of thoughts all the time. Unlike her sister, she is not as crazy, but having the basic humour is also very much interesting for this girl. Once in a while she would become emo, just be with her and shes still fine. Hardworking and serious in school, another active girl who was a girl ranger. I think she is another observant type of girl, caring at all times."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNyIAHWLI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/i9OXhu5mdlw/s288/cally.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Here go Cheryl, a very cheerful girl and somehow crazy. Nothing much to describe about her since they both have the sistership-look-alike characters. Chubby but not fat, and loves joining the crowd, being with her you will just feel she is extremely easy-going. I had not too much interaction with this girl since our seats are at the very opposite ends of the classroom, too far to communicate at times, hax. Single? I think so. XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNvwpPp0I/AAAAAAAAApo/ywFl1ctljh8/s288/cheryl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ong Wen Teng          &amp;amp;          Wong Yi Chun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="One of the account geniuses in our class, proud to present wenteng! She was the smallest girl in our class (in size i mean, and i dont specifically mean size of anywhere k), but also one of the brainiacs. For all that we know, she was kind of a cheerful and interesting girl,whom will cry (holler) when she gets panic and makes funny postures when you want her to become the crazy side. Always stuck with boonsin, the exact reason im not really sure, but shes always the poor victim getting bullied. Hax. Smart and helpful, good in maths as many others, and also extremely easy-going. Ah ya, she yells really loud, and her famous action was to [dia] people, which means act like a spoiled child. Funny~"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNyjcigJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_GqBBYBn4lg/s288/wenteng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Lets now turn to yichun. Hmm, for me shes a rather normal and friendly girl. The president of Girl Ranger, so i suppose her leadership skill is also well acknowledged by all. Hardworking and also helpful, cooperative somehow coz i dint really worked with her as a group. Sometimes she was really out of condition when we were talking about something, particularly she would show a kind of [very very blur] expression. Anyway its not any of a problem, shes just nice."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNzqQDPDI/AAAAAAAAAqo/EvQAiIqzSHc/s288/yichun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wong Tzeng Lin          &amp;amp;          Chong Min Sze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Tzenglin... i dont have much to say about how i think about her, coz i dont bother to. Hax, shes quite a teacher-get-along girl and worked quite hard to achieve what she wants, but at times really comparative and criticizable annoying. Most girls hate her, but i find not much problem with her (or perhaps her problematic attitude only applies to ya ladies?). Rather active, inquisive and also sporting. Being our assistant monitor she does not much job as our monitor does, and for me her management skill is not that welcomed, in a sense that it was not bad too. Single or available? You be the judge."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXEA6PzIZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RXRYY5KVmns/s288/tzenglin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Next one would be the friendly minsze. She is not too quiet and not talkative in our class, what i can see is that she was in the gang of tzenglin, dint know why exactly. Kind and helpful, she was so normal until i really cant say too much descriptive word to put into application. And ya, she has a really good voice, and won the SJM Idol, first place, the song was [Over the Rainbow], really high pitch. Hmm, she is not a too serious character, rarely see her gets fed up."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNu02HrYI/AAAAAAAAApY/QXDbGYcHqAc/s288/minsze.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ong Jin Ting            &amp;amp;         Loh Yee Teng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Jinting is cool, not too special but has her unique characteristic. I dint really observe her much (am not a pervert kay), but what i got was that, jinting was somehow left out by the main group, or maybe she prefer to join her own gang out of our classmates, perhaps, just a thought. She is humourous, and always shout-along with zeechun in class, sometimes giving hilarious expression when she got stunned by something or what. Not sure whether single or available, that iss out of question. XD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNvcsvH4I/AAAAAAAAApg/GR38-UpD5Ho/s288/jinting.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Yeeteng was quite a popular girl in our form, quite small in size but is average. Her character is somehow, cool and yall-wassup-dude kind. There was seriously rumour going around of her getting [HOOKED] by funliang, or the other way round? XD. Her smile is sweet, maybe thats the reason of why guys at weaker classes are so fond of her. Sometimes she gives opinion, sometimes not, solely depend on her emotion, but she was not so emotional too. I dont think she is currently available, just a guess. Hax"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXJo1_29MI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3gN1-THv4d0/s288/yeeteng.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chan Pei San            &amp;amp;          Chan Phei Yun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Just to clarify that they are not siblings, though their names really resemble each other. Peisan was quite a hardworking girl, friendly but not really into those crazy stuffs. Not to say she was introvert but just found her a bit switched off sometimes. Her voice is a bit lazy-toned but no matter how that was okay, hmm, i think she is a bit more matured than any other girls in our class, in the sense that she speaks so few =p"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXN0mthsJI/AAAAAAAAAq4/-mLHYC45BJc/s288/peisan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="Pheiyun can be said the most quiet girl in our class, wonder was she too shy to speak out or just had nothing in her mind, and her voice was low enough that i don't think she ever shouted before. XD Hmm, quite hardworking to say and she is friendly, well all i can say is i barely talk to her, that's the reason i don't really hav stuffs to say."&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXN1x0kS6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/Jot9HJiPC7E/s288/pheiyun.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THATS ALL FOR GIRLS YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Be Continued...BOYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(refer to the post "Reminiscent of Old Times 2")&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/1845719985806353863-2797171277993630460?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/2797171277993630460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=2797171277993630460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2797171277993630460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2797171277993630460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscent-of-old-times.html' title='Reminiscent of Old Times'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SZXNxYdR7PI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SLO91ChqTlk/s72-c/jiamin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-2463432652366122158</id><published>2009-02-28T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:25:02.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Be There (Coz i know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nuke me. Kick me far far away to Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lauch me a super missile and shatter me down to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Birds started chirping in the morning, the weather was fuyohly chilly and had me woke up vibrating in silent m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ode (p.s, was trembling =p). Neway knew that i should be really preparing to meet up with daigaje, i supposed, on the Metro bus number 10 or 13? Phoned and as expected, she woke up earlier than me (i think she's having worms as breakfast, since she's an early bird :D as described). I wasn't having enough sleep though, but it's alright, vbeen waiting for a day to go somewhere further away with a companion, but in th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is case i promised her to join her for her crazy treasure-hunting adventure @ Petaling Street (so called Chi Qiong Gai).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wwww (short for 'what went worse was'), hey i waited for the bus which she hopped on to pass by my area but it seemed that the Metrobus 13 she took did not went through the usual route (supposedly to avoid the morning traffic). That's when i hurried to the KTM commuter and took a lengthy ride to KL Central, upon my arrival she's already at Petaling Street T_T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was quite a blur morning for me as i went through heavy traffic and came to a monorail station, realizing that... I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO GET HERE, the station which i should be heading to was just right opposite of the gate where i exited commuter... Holler! Got a big round back and finally caught up with a door-closing monorail. Hopped off at Pasar Seni and walked to where she was, and "hi hello we meet again". As usual, she's wearing a Kongkamness shirt of our gang (mine was still in the washing machine =p) and i must say that her face shone just as when she smiled so invitingly. Hax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sam8pKQLnWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/nJkzHnXjB6Y/s320/Image010.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 190px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307981051145723234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got to the first stop - a fabric shop somewhere along the street. This funny daigaje started blaming herself for pulling me with her on this boring-to-make journey, but i really didn't mind that, i was not doing my job accompanying you, i was having fun walking around as well, too. No worries k! Went around the streets looking for a road name she remembered the last time she went there with her dad, jalan sultan something. (serious amnesia =p ) Went around the area and got ourselv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;es into a material shop, she got hooked up by some laces and stuffs. I had nothing to do, so i wandered around and got myself a RM0.80 TauFuWah (i suppose in english translation, a Soyabean jelly?) Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then then then, cashed out from a Atm at 7-Elv shop, and continued shopping =p. Got myself a pack of the famous herbal tea stall's tea* RM1.20. Refreshing. Later we both got ourselves a cup of soya milk, din't really notice the price... whatever. (p.s, daigaje, did i mess up with the sequence?) Hax. Finally, she spotted the Button specialize shop that was her main purpose of the trip. (~whew). Being a foreign student but she's still able to get to such be-hidden place and get this kind of material, i'm really stunned, daigaje you are damned awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SanGAMwpq7I/AAAAAAAAAuU/vkvPVtmn2lE/s200/Image380.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 140px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307991342560422834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, got a rather delicious curry-puff for each one of us, RM 1.50, and she got herself 3 char kueh* at Rm2 which was proven to be very delicious afterwards. That's how she settled her lunch, but it's okay since i was not at all feeling hungry. So we went back to Kotaraya and hopped on the returning bus, started chatting about lots of things. Hey! How come i din't know all these har... or it's because i shut myself down for too long? T_Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's great to be together with you again daigaje, i was feeling comfortable even it was just you and me (two dumb dumbs XD ), and even we nv met for quite some time, not stranger at all ya, agree? That was when the journey ended, around 2.10pm we got down the bus in front of pyramid. She's going to have a class at 3, wondering if she could make it. Sat there at a bench-site having the cooling environment calming me down, was kinda sleepy at that point. Called her when the clock approached 3.00pm and she's still washing her container to put his paint or something, daigaje ar, you changed liao =p. Walked back home then, and the end of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it rained the rest of the day... causing serious drowsiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s, sorry for this very belated post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-2463432652366122158?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/2463432652366122158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=2463432652366122158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2463432652366122158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/2463432652366122158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-be-there-coz-i-know.html' title='Just Be There (Coz i know)'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/Sam8pKQLnWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/nJkzHnXjB6Y/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-3170587028616124889</id><published>2009-02-27T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:53:06.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaholic Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahzblwY7CI/AAAAAAAAAuE/AcFIUtaiaAs/s1600-h/Image611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahzblwY7CI/AAAAAAAAAuE/AcFIUtaiaAs/s200/Image611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307619078684863522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day started as usual, ended as usual. I love sleeping, but i hate waking up. =p The story began after i'm dismissed from class, phoned dardar and 'lucky' we din't argue, sorry lar made you worry again. Went back home after joining classmates for lunch, since you still have stuffs for me to complete, nuffs*. And i like to do it for you, did i tell you this? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This day is so filled with all kinds of codes and scripts, CSS made me headache. Tried to come up with some better menu samples but the codes just worked out to be weird, where's the graphic presentation? Dardar is alone at home, so boring. Tried to cheer up the mood but dardar ah, boring doesn't mean half-dead right. Back to topic. Network at home is a great jerk, so i went to this cafe at around 6pm. The work continued, with all the messy codes that i barely understand, but as long as the network is running well i'm still fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through helping dardar performing d webpage i learned very much (love ya dardar!). I'm not pro at this things, just know the basics, but the time i spend to discover myself is worth a while. Dealed with all kinds of examples and tutorials, realize that information involved in IT should never be pulled-away from updates, a big number of source codes had expired or unusable anymore, though it really had me taking some time seeing why, but some professional stuff like these, am helpless too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dardar, at the end of my work i just want to say i need you, i'm so blanked out of mind. A little bit more attention please? Love you. At last, the webpage structure is considered complete, hax, did put in a lot effort even more than building up this blog page. (Don't worry, if you choose to continue doing this, i will always support and give you the greatest help you would ever need.) If you are interested, go and check it out &lt;a href="http://core-fashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;[Here]&lt;/a&gt;. Done with the coding and js. part, now i'm carefully doing the site banner, you said the orange bg is unmatching, the one i'm working on now should comes out better right, i hope so. (while people are progressing on with PSD, i'm still so adapted with Photostudio 5.5 T_Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanted to jo but worried of too tired, blogging at the last minute before sleep is not a healthy habit for me, i'll go all blank after this ;p Well just hope you can give some replies, anything would do (p.s, dardar your replies leh?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another dawn is breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-3170587028616124889?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/3170587028616124889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=3170587028616124889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/3170587028616124889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/3170587028616124889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/workaholic-being.html' title='Workaholic Being'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahzblwY7CI/AAAAAAAAAuE/AcFIUtaiaAs/s72-c/Image611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-5521581936181671906</id><published>2009-02-27T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:24:55.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Some Entertaining Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: center;border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="345" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/horo.swf?i=6014960&amp;amp;n=Mark&amp;amp;s=li" width="345" wmode="transparent" name="horo"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-5521581936181671906?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/5521581936181671906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=5521581936181671906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5521581936181671906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5521581936181671906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-entertaining-stuffs.html' title='Some Entertaining Stuffs'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-7315986559780647527</id><published>2009-02-26T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:12:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Knocked Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahBTpvZ8aI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OaafjA66v1g/s1600-h/Image860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahBTpvZ8aI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OaafjA66v1g/s200/Image860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307563966734135714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was ever thinking if i had a busy schedule to keep but i decided to free up my day to do something rather meaningless, would it be more fun? Waking up again and having all daily routines, it's really boring to have something repeating everyday. This is the second part continuing from the previous post, it's night time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after heading for the KTM to subang, though it's not my first time ever taking the Malaysian public transport, but still i couldn't keep myself expecting how crowded it would be! (barely gasping for air, HELP~) Thank God i was just riding it to the next station (current station: Setia Jaya). Disboarding the awful train immediately queued for the exit gates, which can be imagined as the slowing-down-machines. A few were not functioning but not too bad there's a guard maintaining the situation, got pass the gate just in a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took off my bulky hoody which caused me all-over sweating, and hurried to Subang Parade. Upon crossing the road, i found that the traffic was really not letting pedestrians to get to the other side. Out of the blue, an indian lady standing beside me gave an interesting compliment: "Aren't they supposed so stop?". I was like, WOW. Indeed those cars should let the pedestrians a bit, since we are tracking down the zebra-crossing instead of some bees rushing through the busy streets, i said wt. But interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing to say in Subang Parade, got myself so disappointed to find there's nothing i needed. Second time seeing the Celebrity Fitness centre, maybe it's really time for me to build-up a bit (as what my dardar keep urging me to, but i'm just lazy). Bought a few donuts at Big Apple Donuts, costed like RM9++, my favourite. Great, settled dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahBTdpZDiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SJe4E_vCLzA/s1600-h/Image855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahBTdpZDiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/SJe4E_vCLzA/s200/Image855.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307563963487686178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took a small break nearby, thinking of nothing but looked so blurred. Phoned my dardar for quite sometime, trying to teach some basic HTML codes and javascripts that could be used for da boutique webpage, my dardar is a fast-learner, but somehow these codec-jerks fed  up =p. (p.s, actually, dardar, it's much simpler if i could teach you when i'm with you, agreed?) ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went out in the rain, (remembered it was not raining when i got there) hopped on a bus heading to KL Central, texted mum telling her not to worry about me, though i'm in fact doing something very risky, lol, sorry mum. Replied Daigajie. (another person who won't stop worrying me for my own good) =p. Thanks, i'm fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got on the intercity monorail right after that, destination was Sungai Wang. RM2.10 per trip. But i was really feeling the hyper-satisfication for i could at least do something to help my dardar. (Refer to the first pic) Just want to prove that an electric-powered monorail has its driver too :D was kind of grabbing attention when i had my cam-phone in hand taking pictures of the control room. Blek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sungai Wang station, disboard and rush! Lol, the time was ard 9:15pm, got to speed up. Bumped into those fashion stuff selling shops and boutiques like an Orang Gila. Nope, all those shop keepers gave me a question-marked-expression, "A brand STAGE? Would you spell it please." Wt. So what, i knew you don't have it, and i knew you were anxiously preparing to close your shops ard... =_= Din't have any result, but still told dardar what i had found. Am i really so wrong helping you out and making myself a silly-loving-hubby? But that's what i could do, and i did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super emo on the way back, tried to keep those emo-ness with me and texted dardar as if nothing ever happened... Ya, nothing happened actually, as long as you like the way you are doing then i'm easy. OMG, back at Setia Jaya and was caught in the heavy downpour, wt. Thank God, hoody on the rescue. =p (sorry hoody, i mistook you as a rain-jacket, but hey, you were great, really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back home, tried to continue helping out with dardar's webpage but i was really exhausted. Companied dardar until finally this naughty fella was willing to sleep, (you know i always care about you, i never stopped doing it) another lesson on the next morning, okay i'm beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweetdream everyone.&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/1845719985806353863-7315986559780647527?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/7315986559780647527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=7315986559780647527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7315986559780647527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7315986559780647527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-knocked-out.html' title='A Day Knocked Out'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SahBTpvZ8aI/AAAAAAAAAt8/OaafjA66v1g/s72-c/Image860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-1636480706804563242</id><published>2009-02-26T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:59:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Made Me Somehow Blurred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaZjReT7ssI/AAAAAAAAAtU/wUfL3mnUsdY/s1600-h/Image853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 140px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaZjReT7ssI/AAAAAAAAAtU/wUfL3mnUsdY/s320/Image853.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307038362748302018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up 8.30 in the early morning (consider early for me) got myself a super freezing shower and had my beloved breakfast and Alif 24-hrs mamak shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menu: hotmilo less sugar+rotikosong+rotibakarx2+halfboiledeggx2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RM5 for this quite filling meal, much better than havin a yellowish handpalm-sized egg flakes with some stupid yeerie bread... but anyway &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two eggs to start a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not a bad idea, as for me =p In between this my dardar did called a few times but i missed all...OMG. When i got to class, was still busying preparing the messy homework, bind here bind there and really was fed up by the gum somemore... @*$&amp;amp;# After that realized dardar's worrying call, picked up and heard a tired and very GERAM voice talking "what happened?" and the rest i don't want to recall. Sorry dardar, i again switched to meeting profile and dint notice you called. But blame Digi a bit too, for keep having service errors and cause my sms all stucked in outbox... and couldn't contact you... Maxis' the better, atleast i could call.. but dardar u din't pick up... so angry... i'm really sorry, just wished to explain to you... Don't worry, i'm alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well just before the class ended, received another phone call, you said you've got something to ask me... i was worried, is that a serious one? Right after class i reloaded my credits and called, oh so thats the problem... hax nothing much. Packed a box of rice, jammed beans fried brinjal and some super spicy curry meats..RM3.50. ~ rushed home to help my dardar, just, hope that atleast i could do something for you ASAP. (The pic was took on the way home) and later on started busying with all those dardar's stuffs. It's nice that you are no longer so angry, but in a period of two hours time you din't answer me or reply me at all... saying u were emo... can i do something to cheer you up? why i'm always late to even send my care and comforts to you, when you'd already recovered from emo... tell me, next time you won't hide things from me, k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dardar is now quite busy with the rolling-on online boutique, hope i can be the best assistant =p. Just a talk. Now I'm going to Subang Parade to check the shop prices for those assorted pants and sort of things, be right back after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-1636480706804563242?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/1636480706804563242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=1636480706804563242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1636480706804563242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/1636480706804563242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-made-me-somehow-blurred.html' title='Rain Made Me Somehow Blurred'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaZjReT7ssI/AAAAAAAAAtU/wUfL3mnUsdY/s72-c/Image853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-7867525504331311912</id><published>2009-02-26T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:05:14.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>When Eyes can see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Discovered something really nice to share while i was browsing around randomly, can't deny that these are the most spectacular moments we see in our daily life, even without realizing how amazing the world around us is... Just a thought. Impossible to imagine that these cycles will stop repeating beginning tomorrow, and ofcourse this is again my crazy idea =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before sleeping, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="265" height="204"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdkIwaF2ujs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdkIwaF2ujs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="265" height="204"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="265" height="204"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUXogj7wESg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUXogj7wESg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="265" height="204"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-7867525504331311912?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/7867525504331311912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=7867525504331311912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7867525504331311912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/7867525504331311912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-eyes-can-see.html' title='When Eyes can see'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-5639930978350226146</id><published>2009-02-26T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:10:23.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Am Bloggerised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Suppose i'm also tagged at the end? Lol. Totally no idea what to do with this funny splash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(emo-ING) Don't wish to write anything more, could run out of topic very soon =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;here goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaV7Ez0TohI/AAAAAAAAAs8/uxIysbct4Qw/s320/Image569.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306783058485289490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Mark Lim (p.s used to have plenty of identities...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Birthplaze: in a hospital (i suppose..??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Current Location: Sunway, PJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eye Color: Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hair Color: Dark-Choco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Height: 166++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Right handed or Left handed: Right handed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your Heritage: chinese, not a mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The shoes you wore today: the shoes my ex gave me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your Weakness: Self-inferiority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your Fears: Cockroach (p.s, dont ever try me with that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: does it mean... Hawaii Pizza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: May this year pass asap =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On An Instant Messenger: ooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: what time issit??!&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: eyebrows...^^&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: nevr been fixed.. perhaps midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: with Dad around...&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke:  no choice for a refreshing 100plus? hax"&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McD, for its refillable drinks&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: not both =p&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea, more ummpph!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Hate both (p.s, hate all caffeine beverages)&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: I don't, and hated it for health and hygiene reasons&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: if you got me really fed-up.. but actually i don't&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: i write songs... hax, not a good singer thou T__T&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: more than once daily&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: college is "going me", got it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: ABSOLUTELY YES&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself: at times, or most of the times&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:  nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: kind'of =p&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: not exactly, it depends&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: my mum? i'm easy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like thunderstorms: =_= for what reason should i?&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: piano (always hope to learn violin)&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: i don't and nvr drink&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: perhaps a serial rapist =p (thx tung)&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: nope&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: it was like... age 5? took a toy =p&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: drop from a roller coaster~&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: just be someone in someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-5639930978350226146?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/5639930978350226146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=5639930978350226146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5639930978350226146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5639930978350226146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-bloggerised.html' title='Am Bloggerised'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaV7Ez0TohI/AAAAAAAAAs8/uxIysbct4Qw/s72-c/Image569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-8009536662174681819</id><published>2009-02-25T23:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:30:18.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><title type='text'>Last Denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVjZW9pPcI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zcgKqNO4xS0/s1600-h/Image840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVjZW9pPcI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zcgKqNO4xS0/s320/Image840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306757023238012354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi there, am writing the first post for myself. Creating this blog means something very much important not only for me but also those whom i care, and to state that reason will take AGES.. so just skip it. My life is a boredom beyond the point of the moment i started to know the term lonely, but that's not a problem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If i ever ask myself what to blog, then i'm seriously stuck on it... so i'd rather keep my own mouth shut. Being a frequent blogger doesn't mean that i'll post whatever thing that comes into my knowledge, (and that is quite stingy of me &gt;_o). Do find yourself comfortable anywhere within this blog, perhaps a post that matches your favor or a blank corner where you would prefer to rest your eyes on. LOL. Funny question marks popped up? Just a talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Internet connection sucks. BOOMs my peaceful night blogging. How BRILLIANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am now having my great life swaying around in Sunway (PJ), studying some kind of awful animation which used to be my greatest aspiration that now becoming my greatest nightmare. Having an inspiration means having a direction, anyone please inspire me? Hax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But being alive is already the greatest gift, thanks God. Today i had a nice time thinking about what to do in the future, but my brain din't reply me =_= swt swt, what now. Anyway that's not the most important thing to do in my queue listing, cos am changing myself to someone people can adapt more comfortably, (hope it sounds right o.^).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do check back for more stuffs, mark won't write junks from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-8009536662174681819?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/8009536662174681819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=8009536662174681819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8009536662174681819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/8009536662174681819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-denial.html' title='Last Denial'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVjZW9pPcI/AAAAAAAAAs0/zcgKqNO4xS0/s72-c/Image840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-5734702644879338153</id><published>2009-02-25T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:51:52.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calendar'/><title type='text'>Calendar of Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.google.com/calendar/embed?showTitle=0&amp;amp;showPrint=0&amp;amp;showTabs=0&amp;amp;showTz=0&amp;amp;height=400&amp;amp;wkst=1&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23FFFFFF&amp;amp;src=freezo.911%40gmail.com&amp;amp;color=%232952A3&amp;amp;ctz=Asia%2FKuala_Lumpur" style=" border-width:0 " width="460" height="400" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my Calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;Recorded Information: Precious People's Birthdays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you not listed? Leave a reply stating your b'dae!&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/1845719985806353863-5734702644879338153?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/5734702644879338153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=5734702644879338153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5734702644879338153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5734702644879338153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/calendar-of-reminder.html' title='Calendar of Reminder'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-5562686066996267858</id><published>2009-02-20T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:23:15.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>?Tagged</title><content type='html'>自己tag自己（虽然压根不明白什么是tagged...blek::)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最记得的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;爸爸和妈妈的样子，生日和性格…过去的感情故事…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最温暖的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;以前爸爸大清早骑单车载我去上学…妈妈冒着大雨来接我…07年生日时朋友为我庆祝…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最深刻的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;第一次过的情人节…中学时期日晒雨淋的步操锻练…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最难过的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;爸爸的离开…心爱的家人和爱人伤心的哭…想哭却不能够找谁的时候…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最开心的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;吃饱的时候…中学时和同学在班上闹啊跳啊疯的时候…下雨的时候…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最害怕的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;黑暗的时候一个人…做不出选择却不知道该找谁的时候…分手的时候…妈生气的时候…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最甜蜜的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;这是个『不能说的秘密』…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最不解的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;很多有关自己是谁的问题…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最丢脸的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;中五第一天开学头发不合规，被当众剪头发…认错人…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最骄傲的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;妈妈07年超过两百人出席的生日派对，妈真棒…妈的钢琴手指和她的评审专业…小时候的自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最感动的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;妈妈的支持还有不断的支持和永远的支持…心爱的人唱着自己写的歌…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最遗憾的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;想紧紧抓住安全感却忽略了身边的人的时候…来不及让爸爸看我长大…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最美丽的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;我长大了…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最希望的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;好好的珍惜每一个今天，不让自己爱的人难过，也不让爱自己的人感到担心…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;最幸福的事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;活着……有你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-5562686066996267858?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/5562686066996267858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=5562686066996267858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5562686066996267858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/5562686066996267858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='?Tagged'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-8098162502724976862</id><published>2009-02-04T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:22:52.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“我来自本岛”</title><content type='html'>我，来自本岛&lt;br /&gt;现在的旅程，目的地是一个美丽的岛屿城市——&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;“槟城”Penang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悠悠三日之行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tQSNYF6nRk6ierm1Ba4waA?authkey=Xbfj_5K1arI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmyfWArklI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SxmJfRXPvKY/s288/Image396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmyt8mSQiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/hTb-fiO5Yes/s288/Image412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上了巴士，现在是在半途休息站～  转眼已经到了槟岛！！=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ChT1pJfX-X8TyYbYaYNG0g?authkey=Xbfj_5K1arI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmy8nU4jJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nOtI3BcEJF4/s288/Image422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmy-8Mm4WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6pipPKVnLok/s288/Image424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是Terminal Bas Ekspres Sungai Nibong长途巴士转换站，然后这是槟州的International Sports Arena，可惜我只拍到一堆树……T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xXR_KOhlI2xLF0aL1-C_eg?authkey=Xbfj_5K1arI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmzESwPJlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Gg0R9T8MhlQ/s288/Image426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmzK-AhU3I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y5X4xe607T0/s288/Image429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QueensBay的发展模型一览～然后当天晚上就参加了一年一度福建人的大盛世--拜天公！是超级超级大型的华人活动哦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AAeqUbFPE29ppx1_gc6qrw?authkey=Xbfj_5K1arI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmzOhauTJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Lq-JN2pkMEo/s288/Image432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmzmTxeESI/AAAAAAAAAbA/y9hldr5mncQ/s288/Image447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欢迎来到人挤人的天宫庙～好热闹哦。大雄宝殿我没进去，香火很旺我怕烟～呵呵。总算见识到了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm0CYP_XfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/B9HuuGfMLtw/s288/Image458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm0MyaAIRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TzLpsLPGAFw/s288/Image464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一路上山，路旁几乎全部坐了满满的乞讨者……有另一层面的社会看法…然后，极乐寺夜景！旁边还有一个塔可是拍不到哦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm0f5PG09I/AAAAAAAAAdU/GcYQZ4e2PwA/s288/Image470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmzZ6xk6wI/AAAAAAAAAaY/RnIdKbdELpA/s288/Image441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拜完了天公，回到家差不多也12点了，福建人拜完庙，在家里也是要拜的咯～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/moTZ4ff6FiF-xdsJx6aMsA?authkey=Xbfj_5K1arI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm0tgDk0dI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Kodu10_gE30/s288/Image480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，然后他们就开始吃了……桌上的东西～嗯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HSxfsprpSrSZWgSWvQA1fQ?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2S8tOvaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/LD1iCApWPKY/s288/P2030039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2VueQIOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_9tDXrD_Lm8/s288/P2030041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我劳苦功高的司机先生～呵呵，不是啦，他是小颜～谢拉，载我这边跑那边跑。这已经是第二天的事了。睡佛寺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e6dvlxLg4gQ3tnqvtIgIlw?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2YqNsG6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/CdHo0ZW0_xI/s288/P2030043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2dwu6_eI/AAAAAAAAAgY/R4uOlm-ermw/s288/P2030047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大名鼎鼎的睡佛！然后右边是他的入口一览～那时我戴着帽子，偏偏因为礼仪要脱帽才能进，所以就，在门口拍而已咯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XLOxfFv1MuUdKqnGXIwGow?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2jsOdEoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/MToLJ9_itPY/s288/P2030051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2oi9GVNI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Hg8Fj7sSDdo/s288/P2030055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是对面的立佛，我也不知道为什么一个躺着一个站着～不过是蛮不错看下的景点啦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MZYuH7alU-Btst5PYPUIbA?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2227QS3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/i9pgkTV-nSA/s288/P2030064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm24bkhU1I/AAAAAAAAAig/gqoiFI1nddQ/s288/P2030065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;钟楼，gurneydrive附近的～然后还有看到大炮哦！这一带的路根本是乱到～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sNKaqwYjT0Zh-4pFnvURPA?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm2707VkWI/AAAAAAAAAio/_VZYPFVFD6c/s288/P2030066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm3DMN1a0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/9ltgPg--kz0/s288/P2030068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;槟城也有三轮车吗？在路上这样攒来攒去实在危险。然后这个是Komtar大楼，应该是georgetown的象征&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NOnhKks2J0NLw_KwATMHzg?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm3FgisD6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/gO_VgOFwybg/s288/P2030069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm3IDlxocI/AAAAAAAAAjI/y49sk9oMM5E/s288/P2030070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;这条小巷子有槟城很出名的“潮州煎蕊”TeokeowCendol~ oo，很多人下！不过老板手脚是又快又准!赞勒！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm0u3Xb1zI/AAAAAAAAAec/sIOvJTkyL4w/s288/Image483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm3KGxxN5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xgK6tdJqx0A/s288/P2030071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see!就是这碗！他们的cendol是滑到～omg...哈哈。然后这个是queensbay的rollerskate，滑轮比溜冰来得容易吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zsXzq78xRQDc1o_Jn_iASg?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm3M-j3m1I/AAAAAAAAAjY/sRVw9mjVy2U/s288/P2030072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm3RDfxloI/AAAAAAAAAjo/upduA1093ik/s288/P2030074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二天最后一个景点～三保宫。这里是以前的人为了纪念郑和的功劳而建的小庙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/irfdyhlTmr0EAmNV5sGRAQ?authkey=t3nsijAoBiw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYm3VliMrSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/IvhKAOsxXUo/s288/P2030076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYmyrW-eZCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/j_8CMUw8LYk/s288/Image410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这是传说中郑和的脚印哦！不过太大了吧……       最后一张图，penang槟威大桥桥上拍的……再见槟城！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-8098162502724976862?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/8098162502724976862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-3492207420068780992</id><published>2009-01-26T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:22:25.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年记事簿（补发）</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;除夕无聊的前一天，抵达居銮的家，这次回来并没有感觉什么特别……就只是假期回来一样的普通。整天几乎都没有做什么，二姨到了晚上才从巴生抵达，其实傍晚四点多就已经到居銮的，可是二姨丈喜欢到处走走，所以每一次回来都会很迟才去我的家～我是等到很无聊了，中学一班最好的朋友约好一起出去聚一聚，我没来得及等二姨回来就驾着车出门了。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;除夕的朋友聚会，第一站是在KFC集合，我是有预谋的，嘿嘿，我吃饱了，不用花钱吃KFC（哈哈～）去的时候每个人都认不出我来（我有变很多吗）有啊，变帅了～哈哈 =p 阿teck，阿亮，伟建，钊凡，苏伟，彬斌和弟弟彬贤，Jovi，祥源，阿tung，cheesern，cally和妹妹cheryl，之后是筠照，佳敏，彦莹，还有最后才到的Star Idol finalist十强，伟泉……阿诗每次是迟到的，结果到最后竟然讲她没有车……有时哦，会给阿诗气到半死，不过她算可爱啦～哈。所以大伙吃完就打算去筠照家唱K打麻将赌牌，然后不知道谁说要去那个年28喝29连开48小时的pasar malam逛，我们就直接去先去了佳敏的家坐坐。这时候兆鸿和欣倪就加入了我们，哇噻，欣倪是超级韩国的咯～佳敏不舒服，发烧，所以没有带她去（她自己也不方便啦）。把车park在她家我们就一大班人马走路去那个pasar malam，真的是挤死人……超级多人的，看咯，太得空去找罪受～=D 出来过后就回去佳敏家集合，下一站是筠照家的狂欢^^不过，这之前她们女生已经准备好了要帮佳敏庆祝她的生日，虽然有点迟但是始终不可以忘记她啦，超级照顾人的daigaje哦！哈哈，就围着她在她家门口唱生日歌，然后她们竟然送她……内裤！还是那种超级可爱的……哇老……老掉～哈哈，她很开心咯。最后我们去了筠照家，麻将开桌就很多人开始打（四人麻将，很多旁观+_+），结果好像没有人赌牌。william这个时候也来了，这个超级方大同的仁兄又帅了哦～婉玉牙痛，所以我就先载她回，阿诗也顺路所以也只好一起回了。不知道，这时有点emo，所以不打算回去了，载完阿诗和阿婉我就回家……哈哈，吃饭（饿了）……然后睡觉。emo...emo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;除夕，帮着阿嫲包红包，也先拿了第一个大红包^^。整天就在家里，看女人在厨房忙啊忙，看男人在客厅静静的不讲话，我们小瓜就看电视咯。家人陆陆续续的抵达我在居銮的家，小舅姗姗来迟，因为他两个小宝贝比较麻烦了点～然后就开动咯，至于年菜长什么样子呢，请参考之前的post。整个晚上大家都在陪小舅的女儿玩，变成了super popular babies,我虽然在自己的家，可是有点尴尬…哈哈。过后大舅二舅两家就回去了，我家容不下那么多人一起过夜的说，房子破旧……T_T小舅也最后回去了，结果又像往年一样，二姨一家留宿&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;大年初一，睡得很迟，今天没去哪里哦，忘了这天在干什么的说……呵呵，初一很普通吧，我记得grace,joyce和二姨丈一早就出门了，到了晚上才回来，就剩我和alice两个小瓜在家里，我很无聊，傍晚的时候就跑去Mcd吃那个double Prosperity Chicken burger，吃饱了回家哈哈，又要吃……初一没什么事情做的说&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;大年初二，陪着二姨去找她老公（哈哈，是老朋友啦，桂娣老师）拜年。哈哈，就聊了一下下，因为小舅在家里等我们小瓜回来，每年他都会带着我们小瓜去走走（我们不算小瓜了啦=_=）。就去玩玩吃pizza，然后去小舅母弟弟家坐坐，之后就回家……小舅也就回永平小舅母家了……&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;大年初三，二姨今天回，可是我朋友一群人临时才找我去团拜……唉，连掰掰都没有和二姨他们说到……然后拜年的详情在之前的post有说了……&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;大年初四，早上三舅他们一家来了，我还在睡觉……过后有出来叫人，拿红包嘛……还好没有Miss掉，很大咯……下午妈的朋友来坐坐，我是顺时钟方向拿红包的，几乎是超级尴尬的那种状况…我去载了一个朋友来我家，因为妈要出门的话我就得在家里。电脑没带回来，我在家一个人会死掉的……然后就，整天没做什么事，希望妈玩得开心，难得她可以出门去和朋友一起玩玩闹闹～&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;大年初五，睡得蛮迟的说，不记得做过什么……晚上去买了很多本卫斯理来看……哈哈，消磨无聊的时间&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;大年初六，回来sunway了&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;就这样，结束了令人发指的新年……什么鬼嘛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-3492207420068780992?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/3492207420068780992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=3492207420068780992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/3492207420068780992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/3492207420068780992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_26.html' title='新年记事簿（补发）'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-6405966668669801494</id><published>2009-01-25T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:22:06.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>游子回家</title><content type='html'>×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××&lt;br /&gt;新年了哦！哈哈，全部人都会回家～很开心会碰到很多很多家人&lt;br /&gt;有的真的是一年才能见一次面……老实说，每个人都不同时间回来，有些也都没能碰到&lt;br /&gt;我昨天就回来了（不好意思，这个post是过期了才打好的=p）&lt;br /&gt;来放些照片哦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVpB5QeTFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HLGQj5K5ZBA/s1600-h/Image231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVpB5QeTFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HLGQj5K5ZBA/s200/Image231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756017941957714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVpBs0asmI/AAAAAAAAANs/m13nHAM-1O8/s200/Image232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756014603055714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;【设计对白：咦？为什么舅舅的手指那么那么大个啊？】&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;我的二舅～哈哈，那小灵精是我小舅的小女儿，叫尹恩～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVpBkSHxKI/AAAAAAAAANc/XOUux-avPFk/s1600-h/Image236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVpBkSHxKI/AAAAAAAAANc/XOUux-avPFk/s200/Image236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756012311725218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVoaaGB_NI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fRpl-vZzUmI/s200/Image235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297755339561762002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;【左图设计对白：叫我看镜头看镜头，你自己都没有在看啦…】&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;左边的是我表姐shirley，右图是表妹尹乐的colouring book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;每个人都想逗她玩，因为她真的超静的～&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;嗯，结果啊……就……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;【右图设计对白：什么啦，不是要陪我colour的吗？你们全部彩完了啦】&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;哈哈，可爱～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVoaqfm3gI/AAAAAAAAANE/hO1gLuL2jno/s1600-h/Image272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVoaqfm3gI/AAAAAAAAANE/hO1gLuL2jno/s200/Image272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297755343964003842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVoaqOPlkI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xqpa917cRS0/s200/Image269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297755343891174978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;【设计对白：吃不完，吃不完，吃不完，吃不完，吃不完】&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;真的是不可能吃完的……左边那一大篮是其中一篮而已&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;右边的Lollipop，哈哈，是我一时兴起买的……够力哦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVoad5-NGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wI9olBscSW8/s200/Image224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297755340584924258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVoaTcxWzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/i1j51180Wqg/s200/Image241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297755337778092850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;左图是我家除夕夜的年菜……有点不像年菜……哈哈～&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今年流行单色的菜T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不过还蛮可以吃的啦～我们家不传统真有的下^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;炸的东西实在太多，到了年初一，哈哈，完全是没有炸的吃&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;右图是她们在玩bubble……哈哈，很久没玩了咯～&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;肚子翘翘的是二姨丈，坐着的是二舅咯&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVpBt6jrUI/AAAAAAAAANk/nWe-ujsmr2g/s200/Image290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756014897245506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SYVpBaXRhpI/AAAAAAAAANU/3tJfVQye6Uw/s200/Image217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297756009648981650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;【左图设计对白：我四岁了啦，会自己吃啦……】&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小舅带我们几个不算是小瓜的小瓜去游街，不过居銮也没地方游啦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就去了新kluang mall的pizzaHut吃披萨！哈，爽到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不过对我来说啦，吃pizza一群人去吃会吃不饱……X_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;表姐grace,joyce,表妹alice,尹乐和尹恩还有我……小舅和小舅母&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不过至少有的吃啦，我很贪吃的～&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;右边的图呢，是居銮很出名的火车站咖啡座&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kluang rail coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;随便乱拍的……不过几好吃一下&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一包一包的mee n nasi lemak一来就被抢完了……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我二姨她们实在是厉害抢哦～哈哈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不过我没有吃……因为我客气嘛 +_+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;新年就这样过去了咯～&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哈哈，每年都不一样感受的啦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好像……越是长大越没有那种兴高采烈过新年的感觉咯&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今年红包没有拿到很爽，因为没去多少家拜年&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不过数目还是历年来第二多的噢……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;嘻嘻，存银行了，我不要请吃^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol~ the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-6405966668669801494?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/6405966668669801494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=6405966668669801494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845719985806353863.post-31448608011075345</id><published>2008-11-13T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:48:19.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>regardless of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;friendship is a very miraculous thing, it was blown unto me in the summer breeze, a grace i never deserved, and now it slowly fades towards the winter freeze... things change, and the kind of flavor could never be preserved forever, have it, while it lasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's rather funny when it comes to friendship, for me it would better be described as kinship, since i have no real brothers or sisters in the family, being within a part of the group is really, i'd say, awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new friends changed me, but i did not change myself... its not to resist in changing, i just can't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks a lot to all closest friends... because you are my strength.&lt;br /&gt;first person i want to give my highest appreciation is zhiling... (if you are the one reading this, i bet you know why.) Ermm(clears throat), its not "that kind of" relationship you are imagining okay... make it clear first&lt;br /&gt;ah well, this particular lady is really interesting. Forget about all those superb effort she puts in her work and how serious she deals with her life, they're all brilliant examples. The way she concerns you is not so sayangful, if you know what i mean...lol, she's always that caring and sensitive(unlike me T.T) towards everywhere (the ecosystem.. =.=) yah. Hmm, writing too much would be a bit boasting but IM NOT....kay, she's really encouraging and disciplined, additionally, sincere in everything. Salute! This paragraph has successfully hit the AIDA principle...blahblah, thank you for your time, have a nice day~~ lol, these'r her "classic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...i've got mr karleong here in the list..ya oh well, he kinda took care of me during the last semester, a lot. And special thanks for the "watching over sleepy nights ^^", for being a lazy bugger i was able to complete most assignments, thanks to his damn scary ringtone...lol. Btw, somehow i really have to say that he's sensitive and really observant, but never shows (why huh?)... Alright, being a very cinchai fella with all those kongkam mad ideas on his head, he's sort of..kind of...ya, cheerful. BUT CLAIMS HIMSELF AS EMO GUY...hmm, i'd reconsider on this~~kaka. thanks for all those sincere reminders on my falseful attitude too... you are always more alert than anyone... take care of yourself well, i know you're doing well but just be more aware ok. Wishes~^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meilan! (lol wonder why she's having such a funny nick~) okay, here goes Meilinn. as you can see, she is quite a cheerful girl and interesting character. For your information, this gurl is sibek funny i tell you. But HOW FUNNY SHE IS, you don't need to know~ (hehehe,zadao leh). she's caring and i'd say, neutral. WHY? Ask my heart for the elaboration~lol, it says so lor. having such a playful friend is really worth while, since the meilinn i know is rarely getting emo and she's always steady and ready.. (i know, weird stuffs been happening all a while). Anyway she's got the talent, besides the funny expressions, all the best ya mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, just to add this ... Listings are not accordingly to sequences or ranks... o.^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Sernsern here you are~ since the first term ended i always had a drafted email for you but never got to be sent...its still in da outbox anyway~ BUT it's not important anyway ^^lol. Kay, this guy here is my language&amp;amp;commSkill lecturer, a young guy indeed, handsome, single, and available (Order now! kaka~) He's a wonderful man, though i'm not really getting in to him (i mean getting SO along with him...ermmm =.=) first impression was impressive enough that he's always having that *grin* on this face~ haha, just to say he's really firm and honest lo. thanks to him that i had an unforgettable b'dae dinner...REALLY LOV'IT! hm, there's still a long way to go, but despite all those unhappiness, i know you can find your true love one day, dont MISS IT K! lol~ thanks chongsern, im really inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued... (in days to come...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845719985806353863-31448608011075345?l=markreminded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/feeds/31448608011075345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845719985806353863&amp;postID=31448608011075345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/31448608011075345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845719985806353863/posts/default/31448608011075345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markreminded.blogspot.com/2008/11/regardless-of_13.html' title='regardless of...'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjVrRrSX4BA/SaVX1VCj65I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RUy79spjA0s/S220/Image787.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
