<?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-6084311952836976382</id><updated>2012-01-05T05:04:34.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One little step in..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6423789854397069573</id><published>2012-01-05T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:04:34.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorethroat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64rQOK5SHbM/TwWeyepGKsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GnZLOc_DRFg/s1600/sore-throat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64rQOK5SHbM/TwWeyepGKsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GnZLOc_DRFg/s320/sore-throat1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694131893935942338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sore throat babey~ E...e...h..... It causes me feeling very unwell but I like the voice being SeXay~&lt;div&gt;AHemp ahEmp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sore throat please please don't mess around with my throat.. You're making me feels so uncomfortable and You caused me having fever! SHooo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Singing* I could be brown I could be blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  I could be violet sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  I could be hurtful I could be Purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  I could be anything You like~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way.. I can't sing~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6423789854397069573?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6423789854397069573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6423789854397069573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6423789854397069573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6423789854397069573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sorethroat.html' title='Sorethroat'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64rQOK5SHbM/TwWeyepGKsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GnZLOc_DRFg/s72-c/sore-throat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-3231243417761048445</id><published>2012-01-04T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:23:22.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start Up Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yo!!!!!!! Hey YoOoOoO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's new damn year again. Before I celebrated my New Year 2012, I've spent my valuable time with AWESOME people around Me!!! So it makes last two weeks of December the Greatest Weeks, Days and Hour of the Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Check out some photos taken on Friday 30.12.2011 at QE II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4z-T0Tj8v0/TwR5Lh3XmMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ocw2d2QlUIE/s1600/fri3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The " Mad Sally". They are a Very AWESOME Bands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please Click like on " &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/madsallyband?ref=ts" style="text-align: left; "&gt;http://www.facebook.com/madsallyband?ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;" to support them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No lies.. They are just so GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62dL-zdYPd0/TwR5LAhGR6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KU5hb39Y1Z8/s1600/fri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62dL-zdYPd0/TwR5LAhGR6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KU5hb39Y1Z8/s320/fri2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693809058927495074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The Gang that went to QEII with me. SEE!! Luvely! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ur5UnaUli2A/TwR5KyOmN2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/08C7ARNogfA/s1600/fri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ur5UnaUli2A/TwR5KyOmN2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/08C7ARNogfA/s320/fri1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693809055091799906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;1.1.2012 Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4z-T0Tj8v0/TwR5Lh3XmMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ocw2d2QlUIE/s1600/fri3.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4z-T0Tj8v0/TwR5Lh3XmMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ocw2d2QlUIE/s320/fri3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693809067879274690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are my Good GOOd Friends. Without Fail, they celebrated Christmas day and New Year With Me!! Gosh! I just heart them so much!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm here to thank to those that accompanied me celebrating Xmas Eve, Xmas, New Year Eve and New Year. Without you guyz, I certainly will "DRY" Died. lol. If u know what I meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new year is just a figure and if you only could really start up a new life on a new year without just keep repeating the same thing/routine like the previous. It's time to take risk and do what you wish to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this Brand New Year of 2012, my first resolution is to move out and therefore, I'll be moving out soon and be independent. It's time for me stand up alone on my both feet on the ground to feel It! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People may say " You are just wasting your money". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Have you ever wish to do something and people around you who keeps stopping you? or you're easily to get influence? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I could say, just do it before u regret of not doing it because we will somehow get old and older. Thus, we might forget our dreams and wishes. Step out from just a dream and become a doer as uve already become a dreamer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My next resolution is to appreciate and start giving to people around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learnt lessons on my past year. I ain't letting it to happen again. Mistakes for once or twice are more than enough. No stupidity will be allowed again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A start up button for yourself to keep going, doing, dreaming and Pushing you to the line beyond the limit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Limitless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers People.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to get up on this sticky chair and go to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muaks! Happy New Year and Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-3231243417761048445?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3231243417761048445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=3231243417761048445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3231243417761048445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3231243417761048445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-start-up-button.html' title='A New Start Up Button'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62dL-zdYPd0/TwR5LAhGR6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KU5hb39Y1Z8/s72-c/fri2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6116668873819463376</id><published>2011-12-19T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T05:18:43.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Filled with Prefix of -Un-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.12.2011 (Monday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHhg0NxgYfc/Tu80fe6RhvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GXipAJG67O0/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHhg0NxgYfc/Tu80fe6RhvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GXipAJG67O0/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687822569870296818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBVndKKq8NM/Tu80e_NhZcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wYQarLvsaB8/s1600/IMG_1754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBVndKKq8NM/Tu80e_NhZcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wYQarLvsaB8/s320/IMG_1754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687822561361094082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;              November! November! November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                It started with a great and dopest November.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November was the merriest month for me in this whole damn year of 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;December&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jYy_tvgKPI/Tu80erPSasI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3c2Hg04Ca5s/s1600/1486060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jYy_tvgKPI/Tu80erPSasI/AAAAAAAAAZE/3c2Hg04Ca5s/s320/1486060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687822555999791810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things started to fall apart which I don't even thought bout it could ended that fast! Once again, I'm heart broken. This is so insane that I could not even say more. It's UN-acceptable and of course it's Un-Bearable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today would be a memorable day for me to remember and reminds myself of stop putting HOPE! Well, I could say, I should just stop being stupid again and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People makes mistake for once but I've made for so many f**ing damn Times!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words Were sweet...  Heart Melted...  Hopes Were Precious... Hands held tightly.. Precious time Spent Together..  The feeling was Un-controllable... Hopes were Un-breakable ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, all these are just equivalent to = &lt;!--3 Heart broken baby.. &lt;/div--&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just left me alone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the very first time, I am too sad to even say anything or express my feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand that heart broken is not the only thing in the world but at this moment and at this hour, it's just everything that ruined your day, your Love, Your Thinking and emotion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 is going to an end.. But lessons shall be learned throughout this year, like so damn seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Voice in Me to You.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how, you are forgiven and I am not regret of getting back with you.. It's just we are not meant to be.. Your decision is respected and I will Move on.. May you have a better life and always take care of yourself. All the best, baby. Goodbye, love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6116668873819463376?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6116668873819463376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6116668873819463376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6116668873819463376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6116668873819463376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-filled-with-prefix-of-un.html' title='The Day Filled with Prefix of -Un-'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHhg0NxgYfc/Tu80fe6RhvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GXipAJG67O0/s72-c/IMG_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1505621566011335817</id><published>2011-12-09T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:33:20.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Away From Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZWCrM3u7j8/TuJiPS8wlsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gqYZ-VghN_I/s1600/sad-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZWCrM3u7j8/TuJiPS8wlsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gqYZ-VghN_I/s320/sad-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684213694619227842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.22am and I'm still awake...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still Im thinking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the solution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I manage it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My midnight is being accompany by a lovely sad song called "A thousand years"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problem and I'm the one who caused it.. I'm very problematic.. I'm psycho as well... Watching myself standing here/ sitting here feeling lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have one simple request and yet it's not easy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I wanna be simple and happy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone could do that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one step away from getting closer.. Whatever it is, I'm not giving up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'ma take action instead of waiting right here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be strong even inside of me is crying.. Tears wiped... life still have to goes on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-1505621566011335817?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1505621566011335817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1505621566011335817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1505621566011335817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1505621566011335817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-step-away-from-closer.html' title='One Step Away From Closer'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZWCrM3u7j8/TuJiPS8wlsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gqYZ-VghN_I/s72-c/sad-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1603186517863705926</id><published>2011-11-29T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:12:15.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better and Yet Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;29.11.2011 (Tuesday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Time really flies. It has been more than a month since I blogged.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really lazy to upload pictures and I've no inspiration to write at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What matters is, I know what to blog right now although I do not feel well at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 4 in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep. Body started aching and I felt something was wrong. By 7am, I get myself prepared to work and I felt so unwell this morning as I couldn't concentrate while I was driving off to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, I decided to go home and see doctor but I'm glad that someone was there for me. He cares for me and I felt it. I'm touched for what you've done for me. Thank you for taking care of me when I was so sick just now and was alone at home as well. You were there.. Thank you for taking me to consult doctor...Although injection was pain in my arse but I have you.. You make it turned sweet. Whatever it is, I am grateful to have you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI8wbxX2nEU/TtTZVBA8bTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/t7lp0nM69Qg/s1600/HAPPY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI8wbxX2nEU/TtTZVBA8bTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/t7lp0nM69Qg/s320/HAPPY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680403985093913906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of you, my world is not uncolorful anymore. You've made my November a greater month of the year. Thank you, Boyfie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-1603186517863705926?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1603186517863705926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1603186517863705926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1603186517863705926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1603186517863705926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/11/better-and-yet-sick-day.html' title='A Better and Yet Sick Day'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI8wbxX2nEU/TtTZVBA8bTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/t7lp0nM69Qg/s72-c/HAPPY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4874205091517774387</id><published>2011-10-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:05:20.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair Drives Me MAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On a fine evening, something excited came across my mind and I went to do some photo searching on the hairstyle that I wanted to.... PERM!!! oh yeah, baby!!! I was freaking excited about it and I called up my friend to talk bout it. As we discussed, I decided to go to autocity for a try on a new hairstyle with a new hairstylist. Woot woot! haha.. I went around to my friends and I told them how excited I was to change my hairstyle..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, there comes a strike on my mind that tells me, " Go fion. Go! You don't have to go until so far to perm your hair. Just go opposite your house there and perm as it is nearer and cheap." As I got this information from my friend as well which she told me that my current hairstylist knows how to perm that type of hairstyle I wanted. I went for a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha!! Good Try!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=( I regretted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story begins :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On last Friday, I went straight away to the hair saloon after my work at 6pm. Then the process of perming my hair began. As she said, I've to cut my hair 1/2 inch in order for her to perm my hair. So I agreed. Not so soon and it was late till 9pm ++, it ended with a " slap on my forehead." She failed to curl my hair and she cut my hair more than 1/2 inch!!! My hair was like the witch's broom!! OMFG!!! I was so damn f**in pissed off! But I did not throw tantrum at the hair stylist. I smiled to her and I say if tomorrow it's not curl, Ima come back tomorrow. She said alright, come back to me and I'll re-perm your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She re-permed my hair and had put alot of treatments for me.. Again, she said, " You have to cut 1 inch of hair in order for me to perm your hair." I lost my patience and I answered, " Are You kidding me? I cut my hair yesterday and now you wanna cut my hair again? I wanted to keep my hair long. Sighed." At last, I said ok, fine. Go ahead. Make sure that the curl is what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are some photos. This hairstyle is not even close to what I WANT!!!! WTF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before putting on more Make Up and some touch up on my Hair. This is how my wtf'ness hair looks like. I only applied eyeliner and eyebrow touch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrx_X0Ru5Os/Tom_vvTcd9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/EMf8qB8do7o/s1600/haircut1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrx_X0Ru5Os/Tom_vvTcd9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/EMf8qB8do7o/s320/haircut1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659265233640519634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After putting on some make up and some Hair Do. This is it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e0DDfIKkdI/Tom_wVYfa8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/mERAet-LU-k/s1600/IMG_1426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e0DDfIKkdI/Tom_wVYfa8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/mERAet-LU-k/s320/IMG_1426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659265243862232002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7XIGSU2sWbU/Tom_wC1s2-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ndufpXsVw6g/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7XIGSU2sWbU/Tom_wC1s2-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/ndufpXsVw6g/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659265238884473826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAmKLq24KGM/Tom_wG2_XQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZKCXZPefqw0/s1600/IMG_1427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAmKLq24KGM/Tom_wG2_XQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZKCXZPefqw0/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659265239963622658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Of5mCOe-SRc/Tom_v3pAgeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/K1qiCUpd03U/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Of5mCOe-SRc/Tom_v3pAgeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/K1qiCUpd03U/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659265235878445538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;So...... Did my hair looks any different?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oopsie! It's late and Ima go to bed now. Tata.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-4874205091517774387?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4874205091517774387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4874205091517774387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4874205091517774387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4874205091517774387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-hair-drives-me-mad.html' title='My Hair Drives Me MAD'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrx_X0Ru5Os/Tom_vvTcd9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/EMf8qB8do7o/s72-c/haircut1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2642382354292828003</id><published>2011-10-03T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:56:37.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's How We Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First and foremost, I went to a "Business Opportunity Presentation" on last Wednesday ( 28.9.2011 ). It's nice talk though although I was tired after my company's team Building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSE3ZAQjkOQ/Tolxt7nKgCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lr63GZ5v_p4/s1600/JobSecurity.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSE3ZAQjkOQ/Tolxt7nKgCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lr63GZ5v_p4/s320/JobSecurity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659179440677748770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, those traditional thinking people will always look for "Job Security". What is job security? It defines back to 80's or 90's where people had a stable work~, everything goes smoothly~, get paid on time~, not much challenges and etc. However, the true meaning of Job Security is &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   "Job Security"  = Overwork + Underpaid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; for the current job security. Thus, people nowadays have to apply two fundamental things such as 7/11 and Esso Petrol Station . Why so?? We have on call and stand by like 7/11 and also have to work from Monday to Sunday like Esso Petrol Station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Instead of searching a job security, why not get yourself a financial security?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MG7N3gW-uic/TolxuOneOCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GghY9MhHCB8/s1600/Savings-Investment.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MG7N3gW-uic/TolxuOneOCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GghY9MhHCB8/s320/Savings-Investment.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659179445779314722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A financial security will bring us benefits as in start planning for our risk financial management. Have you do that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No? Then you better start your arse working on it. If not, Your job security is equivalent to 0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes? Brilliant! You are a step up to another level than to be in the poor segment. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all paid to work for people. One said " Most successful entrepreneur work free for themselves and People who work for money under people makes no money". Entrepreneur with courage that dares to take the very first step will no longer remain in the section of "poor". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to stop giving yourself and excuses to do something that will help your life to becomes better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those people who kept complaining as below should really do something about it BECAUSE AFTER 2 YEARS, 3 YEARS, OR EVEN 5 YEARS, THEY WILL STILL SIT DOWN AND COMPLAIN THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - My boss No GOOD lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - My Company didn't Increase My salary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - My boss ask me to do this and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - My boss underpaid me but paid my colleague higher salary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ok6gWdbFSqY/Tol10ZmefiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gDkE-5KNK64/s1600/out-of-the-comfort-zone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ok6gWdbFSqY/Tol10ZmefiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gDkE-5KNK64/s320/out-of-the-comfort-zone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659183949853654562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step out of your comfort zone and Take Action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is too precious to being silly and stuck in our own excuses and blame all the time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4IoTiEoVbw/Tol4clSshLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/E4w0uJgj33I/s1600/open-hand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4IoTiEoVbw/Tol4clSshLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/E4w0uJgj33I/s320/open-hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659186839209936050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time to make a difference. Your fate lies in your own hands....(think about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-2642382354292828003?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2642382354292828003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2642382354292828003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2642382354292828003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2642382354292828003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/10/thats-how-we-do-it.html' title='That&apos;s How We Do It'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSE3ZAQjkOQ/Tolxt7nKgCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lr63GZ5v_p4/s72-c/JobSecurity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-9142214403815253650</id><published>2011-09-23T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:26:20.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going, Keep Motivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_XCNLA-YzA/Tn0raeb8ZqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BlyawpIffJk/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_XCNLA-YzA/Tn0raeb8ZqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BlyawpIffJk/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655724440894072482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Urgh!! SEE!! I am so down and sleepy in the office.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.53 am : I am working right now while some of the people are sleeping at home.. I'm Sleepy! and I want a job that doesn't requires me to work on Saturday!!! Urgh!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Positive thinking: Utilize the time by doing something beneficial and good rather than to sleep at home. Hmm.. (fake + lie) but its true, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya! I'll be sitting my exam insurance exam.. I forgotten what's the term called but I know it pronounce as "silly". The urge pushed me to take up this exam and challenge myself by "APPROACHING" customers!! which I'm super suck at it.. Urgh! Besides that, I do realize working only a job can't manage to bring me go further. Further as in better life. Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to buy a house and I need to get my master now!!! hmmm.. die.. Everything is about $$$. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, those books that I wanted to buy, are so "Tut Tut" exPenSive!! What the heck is it??!! ^#@$%^&amp;amp;* !! As brief, You wanna gain Knowledge, U gotta have money to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg!! I've gained weight! What? bla bla bla.. This is the most common line you ever heard from girls. I know.. I'm damn serious. No joking. My arms look fat.. It might because of I took the wrong steps of toning up by using dumbbell.. Hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woops! alright. I gotta go. Ive to send mail now. Chaoz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-9142214403815253650?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9142214403815253650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=9142214403815253650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/9142214403815253650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/9142214403815253650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/09/keep-going-keep-motivated.html' title='Keep Going, Keep Motivated'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_XCNLA-YzA/Tn0raeb8ZqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BlyawpIffJk/s72-c/IMG_1410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5568907317492479973</id><published>2011-09-04T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T08:06:51.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were to choose</title><content type='html'>4.9.2011 (sunday)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to choose, I never want my birthday. Today is my birthday and everything just messed up. I appreciate and thanx to those who celebrated with me.. It's just you that I dont expected things will go this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried on my birthday.. I wanted a cake so badly on my birthday today and ended up, I don't see any today. I should have order the cake last week and I should see it coming. I still don't know why am I still stopping myself from doing it till then I see myself crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is a simple and smooth birthday. I don't ask for things and so on..I don't see it why must it be so difficult to have one. I wanna have a family dinner which include me, mum and my sis.. Mummy wanna have an off day to have dinner with me. Unfortunately the one I hated the most, uncle (mum's bf) wanna tag along too. I just want a family dinner that doesnt includes him. Too bad, mummy cant do that for me. It's sad to say that but he doesn't consider to be the one to replace my daddy as no one will or can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to write more, my tears gonna shed down again. I guess I need to stop now and go to bed.. night peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s:// Fifi, Happy birthday to yourself and smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5568907317492479973?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5568907317492479973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5568907317492479973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5568907317492479973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5568907317492479973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-were-to-choose.html' title='If I were to choose'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1338672066169854093</id><published>2011-09-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T06:45:30.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>woopsie.. I broke my promise! haiz. I'm so sorry about that as I had no time to update.. and now, I'm going to sleep. night peeps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-1338672066169854093?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1338672066169854093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1338672066169854093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1338672066169854093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1338672066169854093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4517045052544365446</id><published>2011-08-18T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:02:26.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Laaa-Zyyy</title><content type='html'>I'm very tired right now and my brain disfunctioning by making me sleepier.. I just came back from the dance class and some chitty chat chat with my best buddy.. heart her so much.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess or I will continue to write tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ta kou kou )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promised !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-4517045052544365446?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4517045052544365446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4517045052544365446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4517045052544365446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4517045052544365446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/extremely-laaa-zyyy.html' title='Extremely Laaa-Zyyy'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6953081923117132996</id><published>2011-08-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:02:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules</title><content type='html'>I slept for the whole day and my brain was quite inactive and I could say Numb. Therefore, something has just popped up on my mind which is " The Rules". In every day, rules evolved in every single aspect even in a game or relationship as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize rules actually makes a difference if it really a reasonable and a proper one. As such for finding love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the people I could say, can hardly be themselves when they are in front of the person whom they attracted. Sadly to say that when the real colors shown, perhaps, the person is who they attracted is not really the one that they're been searching for. Besides, being with someone that can make you laugh is not consider as easy or hard but being with someone that can truly feel happy from the bottom of the heart is hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a total love recycle and I guess people moves on and forget how hurtful was the past relationship and how they swore never gonna fall in love again. I guess that's all just a phrase just to feel better. However, the new love is irresistible and same thing with better rules shall happen again. No repeating the same mistakes... contentment is a high aim. Go for it. May everyone has the great blessings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. I wanna meet up with my prince charming in my dreamland. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6953081923117132996?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6953081923117132996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6953081923117132996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6953081923117132996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6953081923117132996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/rules.html' title='The Rules'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6645263752062790342</id><published>2011-08-15T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:08:25.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Working Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;15.8.2011 ( monday )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I..... Woooooohooooooo?? Hahahaha.. I should i should.. so let's just Wooooohoooooooo!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened today.. except some conversation as below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady boss: Today is your last working day , is it? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes, it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady Boss: Oh, alright. But I havent prepare you the cheque and might need another director to sign the cheque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Owh~. Alright then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady Boss: Let me know if you can work on 30th and 31st of August if you want me to pay you a full payment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I shall let you know then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story began with we as the staff in the company, we would need to work on the alternate Saturday but due to no events in the previous month, therefore my salary was cut 2 days. The alternate Saturdays are half day but was considered as a full day.. Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nvm. It's alright. Thank you for the lady boss and my Singapore boss for giving me the opportunity to learn and gain experience although the lady boss is totally unprofessional by bringing her mum and her daughter to work whereby her daughter kept disturbing me and her ignoring it. Thus, her mum would be shouting around asking the grandaughter to behave. It was just "great" and making us cant concentrate on our work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Between, I've taken some pictures before I went to Voodoo last Friday. Ended up I went to Mois awhile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nLjUpktGY/Tkk1hnncFsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LtMAvo-oKRA/s1600/293020_10150261963309724_524089723_7610623_4702343_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nLjUpktGY/Tkk1hnncFsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LtMAvo-oKRA/s320/293020_10150261963309724_524089723_7610623_4702343_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641098859944613570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      With Flash mode on = clearer image&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuxt1XiqewA/Tkk1hqEFHzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6esQSWAeESE/s1600/292688_10150261963519724_524089723_7610627_4860686_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuxt1XiqewA/Tkk1hqEFHzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6esQSWAeESE/s320/292688_10150261963519724_524089723_7610627_4860686_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641098860601614130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Without Flash mode = " image blur"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrF0On01oQ0/Tkk1hqUH06I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s6gd-DFaJDE/s1600/205928_10150261963354724_524089723_7610625_1681806_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrF0On01oQ0/Tkk1hqUH06I/AAAAAAAAAVo/s6gd-DFaJDE/s320/205928_10150261963354724_524089723_7610625_1681806_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641098860668900258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        With Flash mode on = clearer image&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes!~ Will be going to dye my hair tomorrow!!!!!!! aha! looking forward to it but I'm a bit worried as well. I dyed my hair black before...so... * no eyes see *  I need to read my book now before I go to bed. Good night, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6645263752062790342?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6645263752062790342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6645263752062790342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6645263752062790342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6645263752062790342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/last-working-day.html' title='The Last Working Day'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nLjUpktGY/Tkk1hnncFsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LtMAvo-oKRA/s72-c/293020_10150261963309724_524089723_7610623_4702343_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6765414279696161887</id><published>2011-08-11T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:39:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll Be Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;12.8.2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since that day, everything has changed. Needless to say, "yes, i am fear of the unknown and fear of how I could fully spend my time". So, I would plan my everyday's activities for myself to be occupied by something. I'm a very sensible person.. hmm.. I couldn't say this period of time isn't good at all.....instead, I find it a good and meaningful learning lesson for me. I'm here to learn everything or anything that i could learn.. I'm here to expect less and give more. Being alone most of the time, I guess it's the necessary process to go through. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am, spending most of my time alone with my furkid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her...&lt;br /&gt;I played with her...&lt;div&gt;I laughed at her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bullied her (in a nice way)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is everything to me as she has never failed coming to me when I'm having difficulty moments nor neither happy moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I have my mum that has always been there for me no matter what. For example, this morning, for the very first time, she sticked a note on the toilet's door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It said " Ah Yoong, dalam periuk ada bubur. Sila ingat makan bubur awak dan tolong pergi tengok doktor kalau ada masa ataupun masih tak sihat. Jika tidak, ingat beli 100 plus". ( she doesnt know how to write and read English and I do not know how to read and write Mandarin ). That's the only way, we communicate. I heart you mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since 3 am in the morning, my tummy was feeling so unwell. After a few minutes, I rushed to the toilet to make some big business -diarrhea.. =( I couldn't sleep after that.. I was feeling so unwell... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 hour later, I went to toilet again... haiz.. Damn sickening night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 7.10am, I dont feel like going to work.. I felt so terribly sick.. I dragged myself to prepare to work as I know today is my second last day at work. My boss is going to suspect me again for faking sick as she is a total suspicious person. She does not encourage us to take leave and better not to take your mc on monday or friday. Here I am in the office blogging! Ive got nothing to do and Im feeling very unwell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk bout yesterday!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;11.8.2011 ( Thursday )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to join Broadway Jazz and it costed me RM 128. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Faint. I'm broke now after spending this amount.. arhhhhhhhhh....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm a bit disappointed with the dance instructor which was not what I expected. Not that pro or good enough like my last time's dance instructor -Sean. I like learning dance from Sean. I guess no one can ever replace him. He's good at dance and he has a sense of humor too.. He never failed encourage the students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then, I joined a trial class of - Latin. Omg! I faint kao kao....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's totally a new thing for me. I'm not that graceful and gentle to dance this type of dance but it's fun!!! Far way more fun than the broadway jazz. I guess its because of the dance instructor. But I'll be solo in the latin class.. =(  I wonder who can learn with me to be my partner?? sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Back to today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All right. I'm starving right now although I dont have appetite to eat.. I'll grab something for my lunch.. no rice for my lunch pls. Anyway, tonight have to go to club as I've promised my members that i'll be going and besides, I flew them aeroplanes for many many many times d. So, I guess tonight's venue would be -VOODOO!!! Peace out. ;)&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/6084311952836976382-6765414279696161887?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6765414279696161887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6765414279696161887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6765414279696161887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6765414279696161887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/itll-be-better.html' title='It&apos;ll Be Better'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-49331171569992861</id><published>2011-08-07T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T06:18:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO title</title><content type='html'>7.8.2011 ( sunday ) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think of the title for this blog. I can't think rationally now. I can't focus now. I can't this and that. I'm INSANE! yes i am.. fion lee.. you're helpless and hopeless d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today will be the day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all worthless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.. going for a drink later. I already dont know how to express my own feeling besides of exercising. Just felt not enough. alright. I need to bathe now .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-49331171569992861?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/49331171569992861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=49331171569992861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/49331171569992861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/49331171569992861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-title.html' title='NO title'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-8208036718104996224</id><published>2011-08-03T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:19:31.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4.8.2011 ( Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_An1gRxiZA/Tjn-1AV5QCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/wweLK273aBA/s1600/IMG_1206.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_An1gRxiZA/Tjn-1AV5QCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/wweLK273aBA/s320/IMG_1206.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636816595209240610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         This is how it looks like right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1qEdKBV5dg/Tjn8NU7m-dI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-uHBPRtuTRo/s1600/205855_10150254432324724_524089723_7534090_2975811_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1qEdKBV5dg/Tjn8NU7m-dI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-uHBPRtuTRo/s320/205855_10150254432324724_524089723_7534090_2975811_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636813714518112722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       This was how it looked like last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much better isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to take up this opportunity to thank all my friends who were there for me and their care meant a lot to me. I guess saying out the names would be more appreciative and sincere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to thank Bryan who helped me to apply medicine, Cryin who helped me to clean up my wound, Toiletman for helping me to buy medicine, Xisco for offering help to buy me the medicine, Tony for calling up and wanna bring me to see doctor, Edward calling up for a laugh but sincerely asked if im alright, Wen Hoong, Hoon, Biggie,Jia Hern, Eddy,Wren Wei and etc ( i couldnt remember the names) who texted me on Fb chat or Whatsapp for the concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you very much for the concern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt the fall is worth it as I could see people who really cared for me. I don't mind to fall for another time. aha.. * touch wood* I don't want to fall because it is so painful!!! Well, to some of the people out there, I may seems like...err.. " this girl memang wanna show off, bla bla bla"... But Hey! This is my blog. Remember that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awh~~ I'm starving right now and I can't think of anything to write at this moment. Perhaps I shall update my blog soon. Will see what I can write for the next blog. *wondering*. Chao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-8208036718104996224?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8208036718104996224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=8208036718104996224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8208036718104996224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8208036718104996224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/cherish-my-friends.html' title='Cherish my friends'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_An1gRxiZA/Tjn-1AV5QCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/wweLK273aBA/s72-c/IMG_1206.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-3250207612639816407</id><published>2011-08-02T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:35:01.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Started with a Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.8.2011 ( Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWzS_Za2zvM/Tji0G5WTpOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rvutO9H3HO8/s1600/283010_10150254065299724_524089723_7531190_1540801_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWzS_Za2zvM/Tji0G5WTpOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rvutO9H3HO8/s320/283010_10150254065299724_524089723_7531190_1540801_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636452964220773602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-8tk69r4zE/Tji0G-r5JwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ur9S1dpOuCo/s1600/282167_10150254065254724_524089723_7531187_4377412_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-8tk69r4zE/Tji0G-r5JwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ur9S1dpOuCo/s320/282167_10150254065254724_524089723_7531187_4377412_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636452965653489410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTpdoOUWLvU/Tji0GjJAPzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3HzwQVoRpKE/s1600/206090_10150254065284724_524089723_7531188_6888936_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTpdoOUWLvU/Tji0GjJAPzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3HzwQVoRpKE/s320/206090_10150254065284724_524089723_7531188_6888936_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636452958259396402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See it?? Argh! That is so pain!!! I wore my new wedges - Larrie today. The story begins when I walked over to take my car and just at the right moment, I fell down in the middle of the road. The first thing I did was, I looked around to check out if anyone saw it. Fuu~ Luckily no one. Then I rushed in to my car and I started to ???  --&amp;gt;"wuuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu".........  The pain in my ass was killing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I called up my colleague to ask if she has a pair of slippers/flip flops in her car. However, she told me she was already wearing it. I was pretty sure that Ima fall down again on the way walking to my office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guess what. I was never so right before. I fell down again!!! Within 30 minutes, I fell down 2 times! That was how it caused my right knee's wound more redish and it's bleeding ! And now, my right knee has successfully built a 2 floors of flat on it with some colors of Green and Purple. The most important thing was.........Argh! People saw me fell down! argh! So embarrassing! wtf? ahhhhhh.. At that moment, I wish I could dig a hole and stuck my head in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What was I thinking when i was walking huh??? How could I fell down? Damn. Today Im such a damn potato. I do not know how to further describe the moment of "EMBARRASSMENT" . So suck. grrr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you to my morning for giving me such a wonderful kick ass revolutionary day! &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/6084311952836976382-3250207612639816407?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3250207612639816407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=3250207612639816407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3250207612639816407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3250207612639816407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-morning-started-with-fall.html' title='My Morning Started with a Fall'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWzS_Za2zvM/Tji0G5WTpOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rvutO9H3HO8/s72-c/283010_10150254065299724_524089723_7531190_1540801_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-181248834741995107</id><published>2011-08-01T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:33:39.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very very sad right now!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhhh... I do not know how to describe my feeling but I seriously fucking need to stop all these! I started to hate myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-181248834741995107?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/181248834741995107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=181248834741995107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/181248834741995107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/181248834741995107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-tuesday.html' title='What a Tuesday'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5851748854035748727</id><published>2011-07-31T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T02:37:40.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Psycho Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;31.7.2011 ( Sunday ) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCaeS_J1BVk/TjUiDzrmPCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZEOaaSti-_I/s1600/281556_10150250950799724_524089723_7496384_3058153_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCaeS_J1BVk/TjUiDzrmPCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZEOaaSti-_I/s320/281556_10150250950799724_524089723_7496384_3058153_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635447957532064802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mY god!!! I'm emo again. Shiet me please. argh!!!!!! I need to stop all these! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, but at least please allow me to begin my psycho confession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I'm getting tired of the so called after broke up but felt like just haven't broke up and yet not together. Don't know when will this continue to drag on. Feeling so devastated when I knew that some human are just not easy to change at all which included me at all. I made a wrong mistake again by thinking that everything will change but it's still the same. As in a very serious emo state that I've been going through lately, I need a break. It's just saddening. Every night when I slept I could encountered a sudden wake up and my heart was like kept beating very fast. I do not know what was that about. I guess it's time to face my fear and challenge it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the truth that can't be changed is because when a girl felt its not convincing at all to make her change or to make her put in effort. That's the reason why a step has been taken back by one step and another. Long gone will caused a far away gap in between the couple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I want and hope for is it too much and it will never comes true actually?? Every unanswered question, regret and malicious thought droves me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my friend that I want everything to be alright by next year. He then told me " Year is only about figures and you dont wait till next January but start it from tomorrow". Thanx for his wise words that gave me a quick wake up call from my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right. I feel much better now. I needed to talk to my furkid -Stephy as she is not feeling well. Chao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5851748854035748727?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5851748854035748727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5851748854035748727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5851748854035748727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5851748854035748727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/psycho-confession.html' title='A Psycho Confession'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCaeS_J1BVk/TjUiDzrmPCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZEOaaSti-_I/s72-c/281556_10150250950799724_524089723_7496384_3058153_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-8598414569728512938</id><published>2011-07-26T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:43:36.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Depression Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nsW4giqjLQ/Ti7JnJ8uGkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6L_Rb1JjQOM/s1600/IMG_1088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nsW4giqjLQ/Ti7JnJ8uGkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6L_Rb1JjQOM/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633661858409749058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mTrdXszwSU/Ti7JnD7nczI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Z4AeStq5Vuk/s1600/IMG_1087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mTrdXszwSU/Ti7JnD7nczI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Z4AeStq5Vuk/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633661856794506034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIZ9GfETM-o/Ti7Jm_Q6bbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jejhiQtkTNs/s1600/IMG_1086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIZ9GfETM-o/Ti7Jm_Q6bbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jejhiQtkTNs/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633661855541652914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a quick blog for today.. Those are the pictures I took after my exercise. Needless to say, today is definitely a depression day for me as I felt so unappreciated by my boss. I felt that all the things that I've done was nothing and the person who did nothing but act hardworking is the one they thought is the superior one. Therefore, they the superior one as they thought, has got an increment from my boss.. What a day... I was totally devastated. Nothing more I could say except of calming down and console to myself but luckily at the most down moment, there was someone who consoled me. Thank you very much." Your wise words, I shall bare in mind". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right. I Need to make a move right now. I needed to sleep as my I'm super tired. Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-8598414569728512938?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8598414569728512938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=8598414569728512938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8598414569728512938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8598414569728512938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/super-depression-day.html' title='Super Depression Day'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nsW4giqjLQ/Ti7JnJ8uGkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6L_Rb1JjQOM/s72-c/IMG_1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-3034455596407932912</id><published>2011-07-25T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T06:15:08.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;25.7.2011 ( Monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUhyAy1Snro/Ti1rXUUPe-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/w_1jMrZcDIY/s1600/284046_10150246855414724_524089723_7456780_6558254_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUhyAy1Snro/Ti1rXUUPe-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/w_1jMrZcDIY/s320/284046_10150246855414724_524089723_7456780_6558254_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633276757245131746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Monday and it's a brand new start for me as everything has changed since yesterday. Ima be stronger! bolder! healthier! &amp;amp; LASTLY I wanna be Sexier! woooo!!! Seriously, I've put on some weight and it's Fugly!! I need to on a healthy diet and exercise once I get home. So, I've did some simple exercise just now for about 20 minutes. Wow! fuu~ Hands are shaking.. shiet! Wosh!!!! Rule Number 1. Never eat too full and exercise. It'll make us feel like throwing up. Rule number 2. Never forgets rule number 1. That's what I'm feeling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh Gosh! Tomorrow is Tuesday and my company's managing director is coming down from Singapore. I do not know how to face him as I feel bad of leaving the company.. Sigh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ima take my bath now.. Hands are too shaky that I hardly can type here. GrrRrRr... I shall continue tomorrow or some other time. Ish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-3034455596407932912?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3034455596407932912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=3034455596407932912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3034455596407932912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3034455596407932912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/brand-new-start.html' title='Brand New Start'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUhyAy1Snro/Ti1rXUUPe-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/w_1jMrZcDIY/s72-c/284046_10150246855414724_524089723_7456780_6558254_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5190081814439168953</id><published>2011-07-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:28:27.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;24.7.2011 (Sunday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early in the morning, I cooked instant noodle as my breakfast (tomyam flavour). A Sunday should have add some sweet and loving element on my day since today will be my own day. Therefore, a movie - Don't Go Breaking My Heart &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, lucida, arial, helvetica, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;单身男女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, lucida, arial, helvetica, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt; appeared on my mind. So, I decided to have my breakfast together with the movie. It's my favourite movie because I love the cast of Daniel Wu acted in that movie. Frankly, watching that movie is just to remind me that I would wait for the 11th guy ("fo sing yan") to appear. However, it's somehow impossible. Ahhh.. Alright. I'm not going to think about that. Apparently, I hardly can trust guys anymore since my last relationship as I felt too insecure and I feel it's not easy anymore for me to really give in my heart to someone. It's terrible right? I know. I just lost my confidence in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, lucida, arial, helvetica, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It's been awhile since I updated my blog. Did not know what to write on my blog also. Oh! Just to update. I'd tendered my resignation letter to my company and will be starting my new job next month. I'm anxious! I'm worried as well! At the meantime, I'm also waiting for my result and my degree certificate. I have some plans on my mind which I wanted to own a house by 26 yrs old, pursue my Master in Marketing and I wanna focus on my career to make a better living and life. Life without money where sometimes, my pocket doesn't even have RM1... It's really really hard. I've told myself that I do not want that life anymore. Therefore, I shall appreciate and utilize  every mins and hours as time is gold. I guess that's it for today. I'll try to update as often as I could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the photos I took Yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGYg-XuA2LU/Tiua58fl2eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jO3Z1PtO_Tg/s1600/254312_10150245505139724_524089723_7440090_4920599_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGYg-XuA2LU/Tiua58fl2eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jO3Z1PtO_Tg/s320/254312_10150245505139724_524089723_7440090_4920599_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632766079238789602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JxHoGJG1YMA/Tiua51oe0oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/PF1bGkMJjic/s1600/223020_10150245505499724_524089723_7440099_1955658_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFXVBqTmgtQ/Tiua5gHFghI/AAAAAAAAATw/yihjMghY360/s320/248538_10150245505199724_524089723_7440092_1018153_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632766071619813906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbIuu5eW1o0/Tiua5toDuAI/AAAAAAAAATo/L4R3pve6Us4/s1600/198721_10150245505349724_524089723_7440094_2051352_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbIuu5eW1o0/Tiua5toDuAI/AAAAAAAAATo/L4R3pve6Us4/s320/198721_10150245505349724_524089723_7440094_2051352_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632766075247769602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5190081814439168953?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5190081814439168953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5190081814439168953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5190081814439168953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5190081814439168953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-of-my-own.html' title='A day of my own'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGYg-XuA2LU/Tiua58fl2eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jO3Z1PtO_Tg/s72-c/254312_10150245505139724_524089723_7440090_4920599_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-340405204520130785</id><published>2011-07-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:52:11.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>The feeling is worst right now as I felt so damn scared and worried. Why? Then let me begin my story..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fine Friday night, where I was watching tv in the living room with my furkid (Stephy). Outta sudden, I heard a loud sound of dog barking and crying (don't know what's the term for dog cry). Then I headed to my kitchen to have a peep on what's going on. I saw a bunch of Uncle uncle sekalian holding wood sticks or steel. I saw an aggressive uncle hit the dog which was hiding under a black saga until the dog barked to yelled for help.. I felt so sorry for the uncle for his behavior and I kept praying that the dog would be Ok. I almost cried out witnessing the scene. The next thing popped up in my mind was, I headed back to the living room &amp;amp; took out my mobile phone and recorded the situation. I couldn't see how the dog looks like and what has happened to it. =( Suddenly, there was a voice of a man shouted " woooii!!". Those fellas especially the aggresive one, shouted, " apa? Mau report kah? Pi report lar!!! kalau mau, datang tolong.  Pi report!". Because of that, there was one uncle looked up to my hs unit.. He was staring at me.. I felt so scared and worried because I fear they might come up to my hs and find trouble.. as I was also alone at home.. No one to turn to during this situation... Feel so sad..Although I don't know what has the dog done to them but I felt this is a wrong way of treating a dog. There was like more than 10 ppl holding sticks. It's just unfair and brainless uncle who would did that to a helpless dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm trying to upload the video to the facebook. It's a short clip of the scene until the uncle saw me recording the video, I stopped. Hopefully, they won't come up to my house.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say NO to Animal ABUSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-340405204520130785?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/340405204520130785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=340405204520130785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/340405204520130785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/340405204520130785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/07/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7532128881663917909</id><published>2011-05-28T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:47:23.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*The nice &amp;amp; slow music running through my head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel peacefulness in myself today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the day I should focus on my things without going backward and stop there.. It's just pointless to keep pinning over something which has already broken. In fact, I should stop listening to my negative thoughts, i'll only affirming their validity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll get my ass in motion every day because it's time to get it in gear. I want my things to be done on time and I want to achieve my goals. =) Wake up every morning without goals makes me no desire to wake up at all. Therefore, living with goals are the only way to keep moving forward to make my dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never want to be Emo Memo already.. Sometimes yea, but no more every time when i try to post up something here. No No and NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the greatest joys in life is getting to a place where I really actually be myself and life myself. Not the idea of who I think I am or who I want to become, but the imperfect, awesome, living soul writing this sentence right now. It is meant to inspire. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh! I'd dyed my hair black...but now the color has faded to a lil bit of brown color. The photos were taken last week, fyi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqAyOZBO6wQ/TeGw04bjsvI/AAAAAAAAASU/Db1s-D_tNj8/s1600/IMG_0803.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqAyOZBO6wQ/TeGw04bjsvI/AAAAAAAAASU/Db1s-D_tNj8/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611961033228006130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ptbo7dnG08/TeGw0pGLiCI/AAAAAAAAASM/qGglunh_V1Q/s1600/IMG_0792.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ptbo7dnG08/TeGw0pGLiCI/AAAAAAAAASM/qGglunh_V1Q/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611961029111810082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp5pZJAy2z4/TeGw0d_47hI/AAAAAAAAASE/SoUyHA4WK6o/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp5pZJAy2z4/TeGw0d_47hI/AAAAAAAAASE/SoUyHA4WK6o/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611961026132635154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something That I Did For Fun &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JVan9GyUXoo/TeGylgzjIqI/AAAAAAAAASc/4oTEc8zQcvo/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611962968211399330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OPDdeUKataY/TeGym1Zo5kI/AAAAAAAAAS8/I-tCSM-IJh0/s320/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611962990919738946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WA4GUmVJ0H0/TeGymZwzAwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/K_r4mLaTcD8/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611962983500677890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkZDJje7Ku8/TeGymVI6g_I/AAAAAAAAASs/znVZviS_r9I/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611962982259655666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGWQVIKV3GY/TeGymIbAtDI/AAAAAAAAASk/4UkckY7x4YM/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611962978845897778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;The bear bear does not belongs to me... he is my pinkpig's neighbour and good friend. The pinkpig is made from paper and magazine pages... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Urgh.. I should make a move now.. Need to do my assignment right now. Btw, sunday Morning listening to Michael Buble and Olivia's song, made my day. =D &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/6084311952836976382-7532128881663917909?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7532128881663917909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7532128881663917909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7532128881663917909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7532128881663917909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-morning_28.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqAyOZBO6wQ/TeGw04bjsvI/AAAAAAAAASU/Db1s-D_tNj8/s72-c/IMG_0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-703544223659037166</id><published>2011-05-01T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T01:44:24.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDRqWAgAQi8/Tb0VI2hntkI/AAAAAAAAARk/6WJlKKXqWk8/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601656753338431042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I want my own love story.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUjy5FYAqZ8/Tb0VJmXCuzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/GDJj8qepfzo/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUjy5FYAqZ8/Tb0VJmXCuzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/GDJj8qepfzo/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601656766178966322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never want it to turn badly.. All I want is a very simple and sweet relationship.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQDTWDKla0c/Tb0VJHtv1YI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bVI3txbrFGs/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQDTWDKla0c/Tb0VJHtv1YI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bVI3txbrFGs/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601656757952697730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We need to be ourself before we enter the world of love. This is what people is looking for.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaujLbN9xYI/Tb0VJLrhM-I/AAAAAAAAARs/ViFCrb5IVk4/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaujLbN9xYI/Tb0VJLrhM-I/AAAAAAAAARs/ViFCrb5IVk4/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601656759017092066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I may be childlike but I'm not childish. I just want to pamper with the people I love. - Attention Seeker - As a way, I want them to know my present in their world by putting a smile on their heart everyday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you guyz ever watch the Hong Kong movie called " Don't go breaking my heart " ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awh~ It's a very very very nice movie, I could say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmm.. I want that movie so badly right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My own love story...Starts with level one - strangers, flirt, chase, suuweeet suweet, arguements and No break up please. Peaceful is what I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need a man like the one in the HK movie ( Daniel Wu ).. owh~~ Can I have someone like him in my life please? Pretty pretty please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh. I know there'll be no one like him who would appear in my life ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish somehow someday, miracle could happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YOu must be thinking I'm naive and crazy. Yes, I am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone who could understands me really well and so do I....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Clearly, everything is just a movie that is very impossible to has a guy like Daniel Wu in that movie to appear in my life. I can say this type of guy has already EXTINCT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like the guy Daniel Wu starred had given me the sweetness that I could never be able to feel it in the reality. I've lost it long time ago.. I could say, I've forgotten the feeling of how a guy chase after me...how a guy really cares for me..How a guy would really loves me. how a guy would pamper....how a guy would understands me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I ever have someone like the guy (Daniel Wu starring), I would never hurt him or let him go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I do not need the exaggerate actions like the proposal and so..I just want a guy with a pure heart.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Slap* Wake up Fion! Stop dreaming. Ish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would be my part as a good girlfriend.. I promise if I found one. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What we've seen in the movie will never happen in the real life. That's why they put it in the movie. I know it very very clearly. Just let me dream of it.. Awh~ sTill feel very sweet bout the movie.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay right on track and keep hoping... &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDRqWAgAQi8/Tb0VI2hntkI/AAAAAAAAARk/6WJlKKXqWk8/s1600/IMG_0579.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-703544223659037166?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/703544223659037166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=703544223659037166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/703544223659037166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/703544223659037166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-own-love-story.html' title='My Own Love Story'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDRqWAgAQi8/Tb0VI2hntkI/AAAAAAAAARk/6WJlKKXqWk8/s72-c/IMG_0579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-468956380759684256</id><published>2011-04-27T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:12:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day in My Entire Life is Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning had started to be a lil off set to me already since i was in the classroom. However, afternoon was going just alright but during night time, it was like the whole world turns upside down. Obviously, I was emotionally unstable today. So, I couldn't controlled my emotion and I let it all out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that happened to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was all about MONEY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People changed because of MONEY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I'm not the right girl for you and You know it very clearly deep down inside of you. Truthfully, I was never someone that you think you are happy or proud unlike how you described your ex. Your ex may irreplaceable and you've admitted that you treated me badly compared to her.. I was thinking, what am I to you, seriously. With you, I had always told myself that " what i offer to you isn't enough". I felt unvalueable... Well, never mind. I'm glad because I took a big courage to step outta of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ex's parent had restricted him to hang out with me which made me so so upset about it because it was about Money again... They think that I'd used up a lot of his son's money like when we went out to eat and i think also because of the present he gave me last year. How sad it is so lost a friend even though he's my ex yo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why all these happened to me in ONE night?? Just to test how strong I am and how far I can go??? U've tested my determination, patience and emotion, god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise I will move on strongly and vision my future. I'll try my best/ I'll do it like a dude that I can take it and leave while in the process of learning to become a stronger and mature one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifi!!! Please!! Do it! No more so called " stand up and falls again". Puhleassseee. No way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my photos taken last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;TaAa Daaa~!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykp7RCwD5Cs/TbhauNs0Q4I/AAAAAAAAARc/mVrlzNkNMIo/s1600/IMG_0541.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykp7RCwD5Cs/TbhauNs0Q4I/AAAAAAAAARc/mVrlzNkNMIo/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600325886633329538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHlu3UZolBo/Tbhat3F65gI/AAAAAAAAARU/t0jY6Puzjo0/s1600/IMG_0542.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rHlu3UZolBo/Tbhat3F65gI/AAAAAAAAARU/t0jY6Puzjo0/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600325880564606466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_AyLVEdzDM/TbhatkDSY2I/AAAAAAAAARM/FQ5kmqFPWgw/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_AyLVEdzDM/TbhatkDSY2I/AAAAAAAAARM/FQ5kmqFPWgw/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600325875453289314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOykoytzMTE/TbharO_e_kI/AAAAAAAAARE/or5rQapFfns/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOykoytzMTE/TbharO_e_kI/AAAAAAAAARE/or5rQapFfns/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600325835440455234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWbkbkv8rRA/Tbhaq8PNFmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-e5ArAffQIw/s1600/IMG_0535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWbkbkv8rRA/Tbhaq8PNFmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-e5ArAffQIw/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600325830406116962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope one day I can live happier with my own again/ the real me again....... -peace-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-468956380759684256?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/468956380759684256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=468956380759684256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/468956380759684256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/468956380759684256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/04/worst-day-in-my-entire-life-is-today.html' title='Worst Day in My Entire Life is Today'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykp7RCwD5Cs/TbhauNs0Q4I/AAAAAAAAARc/mVrlzNkNMIo/s72-c/IMG_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2069454167428450515</id><published>2011-04-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:32:06.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarot Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltgt8Qy-tHs/TaML6_3jRLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Y9RYo7UZAkw/s320/tarotcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594328270329038002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever try tarot cards reading???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I could say It was so damn true about me. Very precise and accurate. *LIkey*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've actually used up my break time and went to have some tarot cards reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's located at Prima Tanjung, Penang. I do not know the address. Sorry but I know how to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time I'd used for the cards reading that cost me RM30 was very worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should never Look back/ recall of my past and instead, I should be tough and move on. Vision my future and work harder for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I've neglected my studies a lot since the day I started my first semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was because of relationship - love -.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, it had reminded me to spend less and reduce my outings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarot cards had simply described/expressed those thoughts/ problems in my heart that I could never can rephrase it by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, it said, I should not have any commitment in relationship this year or before I graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. I shall turn into a new leaf from this second onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I've prioritizing someone used to be so important to me before my studies. This is the time I should take up my studies and job seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it also reminded me to go for air-stewardess.. The problem is, I do not know how to swim, I'm afraid of height and lastly, I'm short!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth???!! *faint*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the very first time, today, I felt so much relieved and relax as slowly, I've manage to overcome the so called "loneliness" in my heart. It was a fear to me but not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-A0lXSLmzw/TaMQWz9sZLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zBRe0pfH5VI/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-A0lXSLmzw/TaMQWz9sZLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zBRe0pfH5VI/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594333146216424626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephy, mama Promise you that I will take good care of you always and love you more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltgt8Qy-tHs/TaML6_3jRLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Y9RYo7UZAkw/s1600/tarotcard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-2069454167428450515?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2069454167428450515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2069454167428450515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2069454167428450515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2069454167428450515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/04/tarot-card.html' title='Tarot Card'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltgt8Qy-tHs/TaML6_3jRLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Y9RYo7UZAkw/s72-c/tarotcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2662879426406255587</id><published>2011-04-10T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:39:28.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate it So Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNGXgWb8Y5I/TaF4oUnAHjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RrcecfLlZHA/s1600/197613_10150145365204724_524089723_6554428_6385446_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNGXgWb8Y5I/TaF4oUnAHjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RrcecfLlZHA/s320/197613_10150145365204724_524089723_6554428_6385446_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593884846293261874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very disappointed and silly at the same time. ARghgghhhh!!!!!!! &lt;div&gt;Why is it always me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you guyz have to treat me this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why why why???!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you have to do something which will make me sad/down and in return to cover up your guilty/bad, you offer me something ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't you offer me something/treats me better before you do any wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I too stupid or I'm easy going????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left me here and you lied to me. Then in return you want offer me something by bringing me out. What am I to you??? A spare part? Unvaluable thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please. .. I do not want to feel it this way anymore. Pls stop torturing me. I had enough already. At that moment when you leave me/lied to me, have you ever consider bout me??? No, You didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's alright. Fifi, smile. You should be glad and please be tough to go through all these. Tomorrow will be a better day. It is so not worth it for you to shed tear for that type of person because they might be having fun and you're here being silly and crying? No way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it as a lesson... Never forget bout it because this is point for you to learn. Learn from the mistake and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-2662879426406255587?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2662879426406255587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2662879426406255587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2662879426406255587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2662879426406255587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hate-it-so-much.html' title='I Hate it So Much!'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNGXgWb8Y5I/TaF4oUnAHjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RrcecfLlZHA/s72-c/197613_10150145365204724_524089723_6554428_6385446_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5283490958934876151</id><published>2011-04-08T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:55:07.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Best News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Time really flies and I cannot denied that I actually like it. Let it past as fast as it could. Last few days, I really wanted to blog because I have inspiration what to blog about. Unfortunately, my shitty network connection droves me crazy. I've waited 2 hours just to blog that day and it turned me down. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Since last week, things started to fall apart like my relationship and things have not been going smoothly after my accident on 18.3.2011. It was so saddening. I believe everything happens for a reason. The toughest time allow us to see your so called " good friend", "good buddy", "good sisters" or any "good bf/gf" that will eventually offer to help you. Well, the person whom we never expect them to appear or help out will be the one who will stand out for you in the hardest and saddest situation. Therefore, I'm not upset about it but I'm really happy and glad to see the fine colors of the people around me. Thank you for those who had helped me out a lot. I promise I will be there for those who helped me out. Thank you very much. &amp;amp; to those that did not help me, I would say, I will be there for you too if you needs my help because I understand the how it feels like when we needed someone badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alright! Words words words words = Boring boring boring and superbly BORING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here are some of my photos......Then I shall continue my story... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKk63FnaZE/TZ8L8X8waKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aCROTDnG0UU/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKk63FnaZE/TZ8L8X8waKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aCROTDnG0UU/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593202394066348194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;When life treat us badly, challenge it and make it nicer in the other way round. How many people could actually be optimistic and see the "ugly" truth as a "beautiful" truth and smile? I guess Not really many of us can do it. We would actually being emotional about it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PouN8VcnrtI/TZ8L8FShoWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IKopH9fACuU/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PouN8VcnrtI/TZ8L8FShoWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IKopH9fACuU/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593202389057380706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes, we would have one of those toughest decision to make, hardest process to go through and not getting the thing you ever want it. Why not just handle it like no one has ever handle it before? A nice photo is where everybody took the same style. You'll make a difference when you step out of your comfort zone like taking another view of photo would make you nicer and unique. The more difficulties you encounter, the more significant and higher you can find yourself achieve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbcnCuvf15U/TZ8LTbfR0MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VsYkdVX652I/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbcnCuvf15U/TZ8LTbfR0MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VsYkdVX652I/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593201690641813698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You think I have an issue??? No one has the right to perceive the perception of what you are, the value you perceive in yourself because we are the one that holds up the most important that no one could take away from us which are " pride, value, soul and the life". So think properly before anyone could control you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9Xlh5OJp_U/TZ8LTTyI0HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cWuSIasfUQE/s1600/IMG_0403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9Xlh5OJp_U/TZ8LTTyI0HI/AAAAAAAAAQE/cWuSIasfUQE/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593201688573431922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiTMNlqyGQ4/TZ8LTIx_PzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6CIzlOR9ADU/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fiTMNlqyGQ4/TZ8LTIx_PzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6CIzlOR9ADU/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593201685620014898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROkML3lXunU/TZ8LS9iZc7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ojpybhndi7I/s1600/IMG_0389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROkML3lXunU/TZ8LS9iZc7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ojpybhndi7I/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593201682601833394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LyWLqjSGPFc/TZ8LS67umnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iElWafiJmho/s1600/197164_10150145364119724_524089723_6554414_4386700_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LyWLqjSGPFc/TZ8LS67umnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iElWafiJmho/s320/197164_10150145364119724_524089723_6554414_4386700_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593201681902770802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2DoAoLfhwo/TZ8KBRj6uKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f7Gh49VAEYc/s1600/196502_10150145363939724_524089723_6554411_1239423_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2DoAoLfhwo/TZ8KBRj6uKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f7Gh49VAEYc/s320/196502_10150145363939724_524089723_6554411_1239423_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593200279227644066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhz11500w8M/TZ8KBBT7amI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rGeBNmZW15M/s1600/207595_10150145379014724_524089723_6554705_3954486_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bhz11500w8M/TZ8KBBT7amI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rGeBNmZW15M/s320/207595_10150145379014724_524089723_6554705_3954486_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593200274865613410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIGU3uReXBI/TZ8KA1eoZbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kdMHRmP8PW4/s1600/206882_10150145365199724_524089723_6554427_76083_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIGU3uReXBI/TZ8KA1eoZbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kdMHRmP8PW4/s320/206882_10150145365199724_524089723_6554427_76083_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593200271689278898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_4mnaYbNEc/TZ8KAvX1xRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/heh1Fs5fqG8/s1600/197140_10150145367164724_524089723_6554464_3507973_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_4mnaYbNEc/TZ8KAvX1xRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/heh1Fs5fqG8/s320/197140_10150145367164724_524089723_6554464_3507973_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593200270050182418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BPyT8tXXkY/TZ8KATkX9eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uYk0XpejMGU/s1600/197063_10150145380279724_524089723_6554722_5814059_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BPyT8tXXkY/TZ8KATkX9eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uYk0XpejMGU/s320/197063_10150145380279724_524089723_6554722_5814059_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593200262586562018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's continue. I'm  not like any other famous bloggers who are mostly rich ( rich family ) and you wouldn't see any of the branded stuff in my photo because I don't own any as I know, I have not reach to that level yet to take branded stuff which does not suits me at all right now. Branded stuff may seems so " valuable" and worth of price at that moment of salience recognition to us. However, after we purchase it, the product place on my house table, soon become like "it's still the same". Some people may not buy because of the product is just because of the brand which they buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to blog more but I'm mentally very exhausted right now. I shall continue my " the worst best news part 2" next blog. I know I talk a lot here but please let me be. Remember! This is the only place I could go for nagging, boasting and etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night peeps. Mwah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5283490958934876151?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5283490958934876151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5283490958934876151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5283490958934876151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5283490958934876151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/04/worst-best-news.html' title='The Worst Best News'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKk63FnaZE/TZ8L8X8waKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aCROTDnG0UU/s72-c/IMG_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7367182552771335122</id><published>2011-03-31T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T02:09:59.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Picture Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjqkUGIcIvM/TZRDnmVbcCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WEXQmO5XFQA/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_uo9FaapBQ/TZRAhn-TdDI/AAAAAAAAANs/-7s40NFyPIQ/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_uo9FaapBQ/TZRAhn-TdDI/AAAAAAAAANs/-7s40NFyPIQ/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590163983883793458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wooooooo!!!!! I need a damn new picture to edit and make it as my blog's Header Photo.Grrr!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It has been a long time since I had the last photoshoot.. :,( Can someone kindly please help me to take a photo??????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actually today, I've taken quite a few photos of myself. woohoo.. So, I decided to post it here!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Camwhore moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAXvMASyBXk/TZRC3EacRWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/knRiptxTYUU/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAXvMASyBXk/TZRC3EacRWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/knRiptxTYUU/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590166551318512994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0muFJOpYDAw/TZRC2rKzuHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hs5eQ0nmIc0/s1600/crop5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0muFJOpYDAw/TZRC2rKzuHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hs5eQ0nmIc0/s320/crop5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590166544542054514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qBzjGuxcb0/TZRC2nKotgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VeA0jgqHtYM/s1600/crop3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qBzjGuxcb0/TZRC2nKotgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VeA0jgqHtYM/s320/crop3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590166543467591170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QaXJdDMj0k/TZRC2dt4D-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/QQALv1T2w4g/s1600/crop2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QaXJdDMj0k/TZRC2dt4D-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/QQALv1T2w4g/s320/crop2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590166540931043298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xs82nKMOen0/TZRC2AxbtwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/syiCYYDoRNU/s1600/crop1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjqkUGIcIvM/TZRDnmVbcCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WEXQmO5XFQA/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590167385058013218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4o8f6Jf5Ho/TZRDnU9rsvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/u0qIKZjs1u8/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590167380395012850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97fca7OazcA/TZRDnHPYJVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/G_dp8FdOxFI/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590167376711132498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QSyJobuaGJw/TZRDnCllkdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Av5BIItujzE/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590167375462109650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6UaofFeQKs/TZRDmzTjCJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/F9VojIsSQw8/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590167371359914130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well, well, well, I will try my best not to post up all those emo stuff on my blog. However, please allows me to post some of my Emo'iest thing on my blog because this is the only way that I could express myself. Your patience is so much appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I shall post more of my photos and beautiful things around me and also some of my dear diary. Thank you for spending in your time to read my blog. &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/6084311952836976382-7367182552771335122?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7367182552771335122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7367182552771335122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7367182552771335122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7367182552771335122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-picture-needed.html' title='New Picture Needed'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_uo9FaapBQ/TZRAhn-TdDI/AAAAAAAAANs/-7s40NFyPIQ/s72-c/IMG_0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-678732130260657759</id><published>2011-03-15T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T07:46:48.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.M.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOyEnTtUJCE/TX9dWdkIokI/AAAAAAAAANk/vBJBfgLrAxA/s1600/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOyEnTtUJCE/TX9dWdkIokI/AAAAAAAAANk/vBJBfgLrAxA/s320/words.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584284703437398594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emo is the most saddest thing that could happens on anyone of us. What lies behind the emotional feeling is the worst situation one can face. Sometimes we could lie to ourself that we're gonna be Alright and give ourself a very strong reason just to hide the truth that we can't actually face it. We cried, we laughed, we puzzled, we lost and we sad over something that could remain in our memory forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now, as you see the title I posted now, has certainly a clear vision and understanding that " I AM SO DAMN EMO" now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what??? I used to off my cellphone silent because I know no one is gonna call me especially my the other half. I would hide my cellphone in my closet/ under my pillows/ inside my bag when we quarreled because I know he is not going to call or text me. The more I stare at the phone, the more I feel sad. That's the lie that I lied to myself until now that no one is going to call me..and when I saw miscall/text, I would be so damn happy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh! I know I do give attitudes and so on.. but deep down inside, what I always want is you. I just hope there is someone that could understand me.. I tried to make you happy and I hope there are time you could make me smile too.. I don't know what to do and I do not want to cry anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope someday I would write something happy on this blog.. Someday~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-678732130260657759?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/678732130260657759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=678732130260657759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/678732130260657759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/678732130260657759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/03/emo.html' title='E.M.O'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOyEnTtUJCE/TX9dWdkIokI/AAAAAAAAANk/vBJBfgLrAxA/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7123499792502082161</id><published>2011-03-02T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:06:38.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will I Wake Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yR8-ZFyhF0/TW8AI32OAoI/AAAAAAAAANc/OjHJZIF_yHE/s1600/189478_10150102958089724_524089723_6305040_1714070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yR8-ZFyhF0/TW8AI32OAoI/AAAAAAAAANc/OjHJZIF_yHE/s320/189478_10150102958089724_524089723_6305040_1714070_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579678615765648002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can you see that?? That's the acne on my cheek and acne scar under my lips! What the heck??! Grr.. I hate it. It's spoiling everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I always wanted to blog when I have some inspiration to blog however, my lappie was always not besides me and even if it does, I do not have internet connection. So, it makes no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today, I took Mc.. Uhm.. it could say I'm sick again. Not that kind of sick that you guyz think..I'm not having fever or flu. It is..... uhm.. alright. Let me start few days back. I've been having urine infection since last monday till now. Today is getting worst as I can't sleep in the middle of the night and I was finding my bags, drawers and fridge to find my medicine. Omg! When I peed, gosh, i almost fainted because the pain is killing me. Then I saw something, blood.. "sigh". I wanna be healthy. Besides of this, I've been having real bad headache since last week. It is so  undescribable. Will actually someone be there for me when I needed them the most ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's sad when everytime I thought of you. I don't know why as tears would be just shedding down my cheeks by itself. When will I wake up to know all these ain't true?? He is so right about me. I am very stupid. Stupid in everything. LIke what? Like crying for someone in 5 days in a row without wanting him to know bout that and thing stays the same.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I kept reading articles to improve myself in a relationship hoping that we will be happy someday. Not long ago, I felt this way. I am not the right one for you. In this relationship, each day passed by, I've felt like I'm more like a psycho gf that no longer belongs in the game. It's never his fault but mine. I'm very sorry that I couldn't bring you the happiness that you should have and I couldn't give you what you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tears were rolling down when I wrote this blog... At this moment, there are mix pain in me... When will I wake up?&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/6084311952836976382-7123499792502082161?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7123499792502082161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7123499792502082161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7123499792502082161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7123499792502082161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-will-i-wake-up.html' title='When Will I Wake Up?'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yR8-ZFyhF0/TW8AI32OAoI/AAAAAAAAANc/OjHJZIF_yHE/s72-c/189478_10150102958089724_524089723_6305040_1714070_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-3962552977206427831</id><published>2011-02-07T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:53:49.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living The Way</title><content type='html'>First of all, I can't deny that I'm totally emotional unstable right now. There are so many things to adapt and so many things to cry about and laugh about. Unfortunately, laughing is not in my list tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things happened to me since Last year's October and that's the time, things started to change tremendously. It wasn't what I really wanted. I called it 'saddening'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be me as I want it to be simple and a peaceful days passing by everyday. I'm very tired of living the way that I'm not used to it. How Long can it actually be the way that I want it to be????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this phrase from him which is eventually very true. " Somehow, there are things which will remain the same". It just never change and it's hardly for me to change as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, relationship is just not my game? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-3962552977206427831?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3962552977206427831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=3962552977206427831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3962552977206427831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3962552977206427831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/02/living-way.html' title='Living The Way'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4454149609352016326</id><published>2011-02-07T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:19:26.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oohm~</title><content type='html'>Oh my f****n God! How? It's so hard to face someone everyday at work and I superbly dislike bout it. What a Good news I got. I've to go down to kl with a fucktard and retard colleague for 4 days. It's torturing me man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, all I need to do is to cool myself down. I just couldn't believe it! Seriously, I have no idea how to stand with a dumbshiet. I couldn't do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone please tell me how to deal with this kind of people please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-4454149609352016326?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4454149609352016326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4454149609352016326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4454149609352016326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4454149609352016326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/02/oohm.html' title='Oohm~'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4120199904756047646</id><published>2011-02-03T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:31:02.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indispensable steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TUqcXHOho4I/AAAAAAAAANM/TStvulr_R-U/s1600/angpao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TUqcXHOho4I/AAAAAAAAANM/TStvulr_R-U/s320/angpao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569435810087936898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choy!!! Happy Chinese New Year! First day of Chinese New Year, I did something GOOD which was me and my family went to Orphanage home and jubilee home to distribute AngPao! Now, I realized something. Alot of people are distributing AngPao to them. wooo...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days before today, there were unhappy stuff that happened. I shall not mention it again but I Hope everything will be alright. From this moment onwards, I shall be myself to do things that I like and enjoy every moment just because life is too short for me to think so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be going to queensbay sticks later to meet up my ladies. =) Well, although today is nothing much but I love it. stay cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-4120199904756047646?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4120199904756047646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4120199904756047646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4120199904756047646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4120199904756047646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/02/indispensable-steps.html' title='The Indispensable steps'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TUqcXHOho4I/AAAAAAAAANM/TStvulr_R-U/s72-c/angpao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-716145293460986841</id><published>2011-02-01T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T04:09:40.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1.2.2011 Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ahoy Hoy!!!! Yes. I know it's been awhile since I updated my blog. My apology for not being consistent. But hey! I'm back now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today is the first day of February and I hope this coming everyday will be a good day for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, things had not got in my way smoothly last month. I couldn't say it is bad because I've learnt something from that. Meanwhile, I've been hanging out late at night more often than usual days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This year, many things changed such as people around me, environment and etc. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Hmm.. I'm starting to get used to it already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh no! I've to tidy up my wardrobe now. It's so terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll update whenever I can and will attach with some photos as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-716145293460986841?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/716145293460986841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=716145293460986841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/716145293460986841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/716145293460986841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2126471840631276754</id><published>2010-12-18T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T07:29:03.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TQzN7sG6qRI/AAAAAAAAANA/GJDiZ0GKr-U/s1600/luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TQzN7sG6qRI/AAAAAAAAANA/GJDiZ0GKr-U/s320/luv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552038865977125138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you fulfill the requirements needed by your the other half?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyone of us have the checklist of the ideal gf/bf criteria in the list. However, not everyone of us have what it takes to be the ideal gf/bf wanted by our the other half... *sad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We seek for the best girl/guy of what they have the most in our checklist but mostly we would always hope for the perfect guy/girl to have all the criteria in our checklist. Unfortunately, it'll never come true as harsh reality has just destroyed our beautiful checklist, Our perfect romance of what we watched in the HK , Korean or English movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We could never find someone that could pass all the requirements in our checklist. How sad it is right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Despite from the harsh reality, there is always a light of hope that would bring us to our loves one when the chemistry kick in. Although there have NO EVEN A NEEDED REQUIREMENT in our checklist, however, we still adore the way they are. That's why in a relationship, we learn  from each other..and slowly, our the other half will be influenced by us or being influenced by them without us realizing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thing is we could never/ hardly get the one that we always want BUT the other half that we get will always be the one to fulfill more than what we have in our checklist than what we had expected where their loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge/experience we shall gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thereby a very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of LOVe (Stendhalzz).&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/6084311952836976382-2126471840631276754?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2126471840631276754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2126471840631276754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2126471840631276754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2126471840631276754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/12/checklist.html' title='The Checklist'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TQzN7sG6qRI/AAAAAAAAANA/GJDiZ0GKr-U/s72-c/luv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1767766046876100061</id><published>2010-12-17T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:08:00.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never wanted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TQt8QGdhqUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7BDTB5WH74Q/s1600/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TQt8QGdhqUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7BDTB5WH74Q/s320/emo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551667581718473026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, problems have been arising recently.. It has never been a good day for me and you.. You are so sick of me until you could f* me in the facebook on your wall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was mad at the first place when i saw it.. but when i think back, it's already alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a failure and naive according to you.. You are already in the working industry and I just couldnt accept the way you want it to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happened that I did not wanted it to be.. I was extremely upset and I had no one to turn to.. and so, i thought of you..  I wish I could just break the contract like what you asked me too. I wanted to come back to Penang so badly that I could not imagine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thinking was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: Im very sad as I couldnt do anything to protect and I feel like shiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ive came up a good idea that could protect you but you refused to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You never care bout my feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You never put me before the job and you did not understand me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. You never think far....and you will always remain the same.. never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thinking was: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: Im very happy that you tried to do something to protect me. Unfortunately, I can't accept the idea of yours which has caused me to break my promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.: I wanted to do the way you wanted it BUT I never can not to dont care bout the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3: With my action, it could have drag the whole team down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so scared of the questions that you kept asking... Ive never thought of telling you would have caused us in this way. It is far too way unacceptable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speechless.. Sorry for the leading the problem into a dead end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-1767766046876100061?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1767766046876100061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1767766046876100061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1767766046876100061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1767766046876100061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-wanted.html' title='Never wanted....'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TQt8QGdhqUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7BDTB5WH74Q/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2662974973992654253</id><published>2010-12-13T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:53:00.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Hard For Me..</title><content type='html'>Life is never easy and Life is full of tough decisions to make. To be simple it ain't necessary easy as well. So, it's gonna be hard but it'll worth while for the effort we put in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've faced the hardest the decision to make as it involve something I really treasure.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of having to choose either one never makes me feel any better that I've to lose either one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a job opportunity offered to me whereby I may work at the company for these 3 months for my holidays. After my holiday, I may go back to study for the last semester and i'll be graduating around the month of June/July. The job is already right infront of me where I'm asked to join the company after I graduated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is I'll be working in the same company as my X. Therefore, the problem occurred where one will dislike it of me working in the same company as My X. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job opportunity or Him???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally understand that it is not ok to work with ex but the job offer never come twice in the lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is never true that I don't value him if i choose the job..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decision has been made... You should know it better than anyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just too hard for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so useless.. sigh. please take me away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in search of the light that could helps me.. I don't want to lose either one. Call me selfish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the edge of the corner that almost give up on myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to you, I never be the girl in your gf's checklist... I never have what you've required/want in a gf... But You've chosen me which made me felt so touched. thank you. I'm sorry that I did not fulfill the requirement that you want in a gf. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i've to say already said it to you.. I can't think of anything else... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to move on..... pls, fifi, be strong. You are too weak! You are not doing good enough! Make it better and face the fact! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-2662974973992654253?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2662974973992654253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2662974973992654253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2662974973992654253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2662974973992654253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/12/too-hard-for-me.html' title='Too Hard For Me..'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-8744820041671216648</id><published>2010-12-11T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:06:59.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never what I've thought of</title><content type='html'>Yiruma songs played. It was a nice and emotional songs to me.. Everytime i played the songs, it represented that I am sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not been a good person that I thought I WAS. I've not tried my very best which I thought I had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive spoken to my current part time boss about some job opportunity and so on. Actually, Ive never expect that he could really take his words and do it Like asking me to go for an interview with the Penang boss. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, I'd received a news from my friend who informed to go for an interview on january when I get back to penang. I was so happy but......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I dont think ima say it here.. Well, whatever it is.. I need to consider very seriously about everything from now on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life must goes on.. Dreams have to be achieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was always a bright light shining through a way for me to take when I'm in the toughest time and the edge of hopeless. So, I believe, appreciate what I have now and believe in hardwork and dreams... Someday, we might be appreciated/remembered by someone. Although right now, i couldnt afford to fulfill my wants, I believe someday I can do it. It's just a matter of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-8744820041671216648?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8744820041671216648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=8744820041671216648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8744820041671216648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8744820041671216648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-what-ive-thought-of.html' title='Never what I&apos;ve thought of'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2221510923671246307</id><published>2010-12-08T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:42:08.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8.12.10 and Half day of 9.12.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Day in K.L : 8.12.10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5am : Woke up to bathe and prepared for breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.15am: Went out from house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.35am : Reached Dim Sum house for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.45am : Departed from the Dim Sum house to Terminal Bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7.05am: Reached Sungai Dua's Terminal Bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7.06am -8.11am: Waited for the bus to begin my journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8.12am: Journey started. ( awh! I miss you and stephy )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1pm ++: Reached Kl. WAs so jam. haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2pm++: Reached Seri Kembangan ( the area of "wonderful" house) It's Dirty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3pm: Went to Seri Kembangan's Giant supermarket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4pm: Wanted to go home but couldn't do so due to super HEAVY RAIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4pm - 8pm++: Stucked at the supermarket. No taxi drivers wanna come around the area of Seri Kembangan! Frustrated. Then, our owner of the house came to pick us.. God! our superman of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8pm ++ : Reached the so damn house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8.45pm: Departed from the house again as our van driver had reached the place to fetch us to The Mines for rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12am : Reached home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3am: Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-2221510923671246307?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2221510923671246307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2221510923671246307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2221510923671246307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2221510923671246307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/12/81210-and-half-day-of-91210.html' title='8.12.10 and Half day of 9.12.10'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5368120152232853046</id><published>2010-12-02T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:02:20.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Connected with Em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq6mQwRQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/p-EpBhzmXNc/s1600/fblog98.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq6mQwRQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/p-EpBhzmXNc/s320/fblog98.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546300496042542338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Me.. &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;Fion a.k.a Fifi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq6W8eplI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oH_N0BwNGF4/s1600/club4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq6W8eplI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oH_N0BwNGF4/s320/club4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546300491930969682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jia Hern a.k.a Stich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq5wXwetI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uDMFznpUvQQ/s1600/club3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq5wXwetI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uDMFznpUvQQ/s320/club3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546300481576401618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angeline a.k.a Geline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq5ctZ_tI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y5PMxdgu6UI/s1600/club2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq5ctZ_tI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y5PMxdgu6UI/s320/club2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546300476298493650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estella a.k.a Phing Jie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They shall receive an award of The best Friends of the year!!! Woohooo!!!! lolx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5368120152232853046?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5368120152232853046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5368120152232853046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5368120152232853046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5368120152232853046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-connected-with-em.html' title='I&apos;m So Connected with Em'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhq6mQwRQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/p-EpBhzmXNc/s72-c/fblog98.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6788931011491913201</id><published>2010-12-02T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:46:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savior of my day - Phuah Wen Hoong aka Siew Bak Kia- 2.12.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;TaDaaa~!! Savior of My Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhi8VWZfXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q1RBSPVbgUE/s1600/ff17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhi8VWZfXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q1RBSPVbgUE/s320/ff17.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546291729769528690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There he is, Mr. PHuah Wen Hoong. My savior of the day.. I heart him a lot. lolx..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Shall I begin with my story?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I climbed to get the blanket for a spa ( means wash )..  At that time I was talking to my daughter, Stephy ( furkid ). So, When I landed, I stepped on a stack of magazines and caused me sprained my leg with a sound of ( 'k...kee...ra...ck" ). The first thing that came across my mind was like WTF??!!! Again??!!! like now??!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GrrrRRr.. Hate it so much. I sat down there holding my leg tightly in order to reduce the pain for about 10mins.. Tears were shedding down my cheek, hoping mummy was there for me.. Damn my furkid! She was standing at the corner and gave me a stare. That's all! How I wish she would come and give me a sayang ( lick ) . grr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After awhile, I tried to walk. Omg! I can walk! So I dun care much bout it. I went to take a nap.. So, right after I woke up..... Fuck! I cant WALK at all!!!! My leg cant even touch on the floor! The pain Strikes into my heart! Was wanted to cry out Loud! But.. I dont want.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sat down to cool down.. Couple of mins later, I grabbed my clothes and jumped to take a bath. Fuu~ Shower really cool me down.. I texted him bout My leg.. He called me after his meeting..Then he took me to the Chinese Sifu. Owh... I am so thankful to have him and he lend me a hand when I needed someone the most at that time! Love him a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The process of massaging was killing me softly and tenderly. It was so damn pain!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here it is.... How my potato leg Look like.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhirLNRrFI/AAAAAAAAALw/9MvzDLFBVpU/s1600/injured1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhirLNRrFI/AAAAAAAAALw/9MvzDLFBVpU/s320/injured1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546291434989136978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;              REal damn like "bacang". Cish!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cried in the middle of the night... It was so pain and also due to, I have a christmas show next week and I'll be going down to KL next wednesday. I cant afford to lose the job and injured right now. It's not in my plan! I need the money to pay off my road tax, car insurance, car installment and my expenses! I'm very depressed till now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever it is, I know being sad ain't gonna make anything right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Ima think positively and fight for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" fifi, please think positively. Your leg will recover. Getting injured aint giving you any bad side effects. At least you'll know how to be strong when you are in this kind of situation. Less but not least, You know the people who willing to offer you help and people that helped you. So, you should be glad instead of depressed. Go on.. Everything happens for a reason. I bet this one as well." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6788931011491913201?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6788931011491913201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6788931011491913201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6788931011491913201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6788931011491913201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/12/savior-of-my-day-phuah-wen-hoong-aka.html' title='Savior of my day - Phuah Wen Hoong aka Siew Bak Kia- 2.12.10'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPhi8VWZfXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Q1RBSPVbgUE/s72-c/ff17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1599954826610663409</id><published>2010-11-30T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T03:15:57.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, it happens this sem's Break. 30.11.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow! It's the last day of NOVEMBER already.. Time flies.. *Sigh*!! Tomorrow is my Statistic's final exam. fuu~ I dislike statistic so much or any subject regarding to numbers, I totally dislike! Hmph!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;T.R.A.V.E.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPTbMZPj3nI/AAAAAAAAALo/zChFq0ydRkY/s1600/travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPTbMZPj3nI/AAAAAAAAALo/zChFq0ydRkY/s320/travel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545298047180988018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This semester's break, I couldn't get to go to travel again.. I've to work in order to support my living and all my expenses. Sigh. That's what we called as living, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I so damn wish I could go for a short trip to Genting with my friends when they all said they are all going on this Friday.. But I couldn't due to financial problem. -down- I could feel burden on my shoulders are heavy. ='( What I could feel right now is I'm so fucked up with myself and disappointed as well. Ive always wanted to go for a holiday during my semester break.. Guess it wont happen to me until I'm financial "alright". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously, I need a break. =( =( ArghhHhHhhhhHhHHHHHHHHhhhhhhHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;okok... "fifi, please think positively.You'll get to go for a holiday soon, alright??" smile bah. It just another day to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6084311952836976382-1599954826610663409?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1599954826610663409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1599954826610663409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1599954826610663409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1599954826610663409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/again-it-happens-this-sems-break-301110.html' title='Again, it happens this sem&apos;s Break. 30.11.10'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TPTbMZPj3nI/AAAAAAAAALo/zChFq0ydRkY/s72-c/travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7930366949440815198</id><published>2010-11-26T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T05:18:07.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title of the post had shown that I'm EMO and this blog post is gonna be EMO again. I wish to be happy, you know????&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TO-vWbRdDtI/AAAAAAAAALg/DloNwZjVMyI/s1600/fblog97.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: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TO-vWbRdDtI/AAAAAAAAALg/DloNwZjVMyI/s320/fblog97.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543842466129317586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you see that picture of me? I wanted it to be colourful so badly and yet, it cant totally turns out to be colourful. A little bit of beige colour and not much of being colourful had represented how I'm feeling right now. Picture seen to be blur as the vision I'm seeing is so Blur.. I can't see the path taken to be as clear as I wish.. I grab it so tight and wish it could be mine. Unfortunately, it'll not be mine.. Just so done with tears, hope, wish and expecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you've known the truth about something not gonna work out but still you wanna give it a try because you love someone.. Will that proves that you are unconditionally in love or it represent that you're silly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One said to me" You're the failure of all your relationships". . So, I'm really the one that failed all my relationships.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm drown in the street than sea.. Beautiful nightmare.. I could not feel the miracle.. I dont see anything positive.. I can't take it but I'll try to hold on.. I'm never gonna give up unless someday you come up to me and say it, "we're done"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't mad at you and I don't hate you. I love your imperfections and I'm accepting it.. Thereby, You're finding someone compatible.. Guess I'm not so , baby. As long as you're happy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-7930366949440815198?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7930366949440815198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7930366949440815198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7930366949440815198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7930366949440815198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-done.html' title='I&apos;m So Done'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TO-vWbRdDtI/AAAAAAAAALg/DloNwZjVMyI/s72-c/fblog97.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4542918579451356458</id><published>2010-11-17T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T06:32:26.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter and Sweet -17.11.2010 -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TOPj8-T4iYI/AAAAAAAAALY/0mTHFI9f-7g/s1600/fblog96.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TOPj8-T4iYI/AAAAAAAAALY/0mTHFI9f-7g/s320/fblog96.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540522603253893506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed a wonderful today for me. Everything seems so right, so sweet and wonderful in the morning even though my working place was fucking hot!! Everything seems to go smoothly and the taste of the water was sweeter than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, something turned ugly in the afternoon and thus, it was raining! What the heck?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was already EMO'ING &amp;amp; yet it rained. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears were shedding inside of my heart.. I even have to fake a smile to my customers and hold back my tears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned to you because I thought of you. I didn't know things will turned ugly until the moment i read your text message. I was so hurt deep down inside my heart. I'm so speechless and I felt alone... Rain pouring heavily. Thunder storm strike so loudly that woke me up.. I can say, it was the hardest moment for me to even go through the half of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now, writing this blog ain't feeling any better.. Tears rolling down on my cheek when I recall about the moment.. wait! hold on. I need to console myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" fion lee, don't cry please.. be tough will you??? You can do better! Don't break down, pls. Cry not helping anything gets better. You have to keep moving! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. until evening, there was a bottle of warm &amp;amp; nice herbal tea sent to me. thank you so much..I was so cold just now as my clothes were wet... thank you so much my friend. You pull me through the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-4542918579451356458?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4542918579451356458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4542918579451356458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4542918579451356458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4542918579451356458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/bitter-and-sweet-17112010.html' title='Bitter and Sweet -17.11.2010 -'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TOPj8-T4iYI/AAAAAAAAALY/0mTHFI9f-7g/s72-c/fblog96.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4370203066509508327</id><published>2010-11-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T07:23:12.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TN6srOZ8jtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nm0mX7D8aGk/s1600/lovecycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TN6srOZ8jtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nm0mX7D8aGk/s320/lovecycle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539054450313563858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey awesome readers! I apologize for those emo stuff being posted on my blog. However, a blog is a way to express our cognitive thoughts, isn't it? hah! Personality reflect our mood and feeling by day to day. To me, blog is my only way to express myself without feeling regret as this is only a way that I could feel better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The topic: Love Cycle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;New love New relationship New starts Have always been a fresh kick for everyone as the feeling is New, fresh, with the phrase, " I'm so in love with you" &amp;amp; etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Let's make an initial for New Love, New relationship and New starts as " NLRS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Undoubtedly, rational thinking has always been hidden behind the thought of feeling in LOVE with your NEW PARTNER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Afterall, complains and comparison will soon begin to evolve into the relationship without thinking YOUR NEW PARTNER'S feeling. So, where's the sweetest moment that YOu guyz used to have???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;'NLRS' will soon be forgotten. To be forgotten of how sweet it was, how nice it was and so on.. Can you actually get back those feeling you used to have? Hmm... It's possible you know. It sounds like Impossible don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Well well well, try to reminisce the time you guyz together and please please think back what's the problem behind the curtain that actually drag all the problems into this stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Sometimes what we need is to speak our partner's Language! We girls usually expect our partner to do this and that for us but we've slowly forgets the way we should play our part as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TN6sePkOcTI/AAAAAAAAALI/g3oUa61pVvw/s1600/girltoboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TN6sePkOcTI/AAAAAAAAALI/g3oUa61pVvw/s320/girltoboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539054227286815026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do girls actually expect our the other half to do??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;1. We expect them to care about our feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;2. To know when we are upset when they talk something they shouldn't have infront of us and their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;3. To know how pain is our PMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;4. To read our body language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;5. To be hug by them from behind when we are so sad, worried, or washing dishes in the kitchen! aha! lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;6. To be touched on our hands when we got problems and asked " Dear, I'm here to listen and here for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;7. To know what we want when there were hints given! hah! bet you guyz don't know how to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TN6sd-La0DI/AAAAAAAAALA/Q-osuoP9aBo/s1600/loveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TN6sd-La0DI/AAAAAAAAALA/Q-osuoP9aBo/s320/loveyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539054222619365426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What we girls need to do as well ? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;Hug them and tell them that how much you actually miss/love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;Make them something even a card like GRAMMY AWARD FOR YOU! You sing the rhythm of my heart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;If it's possible, before give them a kiss on the forehead before/after bed OR when drop us at work/college. ( what??! Too much??!! Can't do it? Actually we can, that's the way to let em feel that we actually care bout em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Touch their hands when we're in some kind of argument for after a few seconds of coolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;g down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;Observe their body language and words that they speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;( WE CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT- in a case of telling ourself of how hard we've tried our best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I may not describe the best of what I can do and about those 'NLRS' but that's what I'd thought about and remember? blog  is a way of expressing my cognitive thinking and my feeling as well. So, don't mind me please if I'm wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Good night everyone. I need to get my arse down the chair and do my fucktard assignment. Damn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love you guyz. xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6084311952836976382-4370203066509508327?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4370203066509508327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4370203066509508327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4370203066509508327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4370203066509508327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-cycle.html' title='Love Cycle'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TN6srOZ8jtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nm0mX7D8aGk/s72-c/lovecycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-8333501903136049643</id><published>2010-11-09T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T05:01:55.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex'ess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holla!!!!!!!!!!!! I got the mood to blog and things to blog about!!!!! awh yea. Let's get it started, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TNlCD0m1QaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/68r_akvFMls/s1600/ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TNlCD0m1QaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/68r_akvFMls/s320/ex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537529850257293730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this issue about the Ex'es ( ex-girlfriend/ ex- boyfriend ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever like your bf/gf to ever mention the words " my ex" infront of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your answer would be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind because I understand the reason why you bring up those 2 words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would you feel actually??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling would be certainly not OK! although our conscious mind telling us that it is alright even though your bf/gf bring up those words, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are totally dislike it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Especially we girls. We are so sensitive to the issue of boyfriend bringing up the words of EX infront of us! It's like so disrespect! Regardless of you rational reasons and so on , we girls will also be so upset to hear about it. It's like you guyz can't get over with your ex and yet you want to be with us! Just erase whatever shiet feelings towards your ex then only Start a new relationship ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, it is so damn unfair to the current girlfriend. I did not say you cant reminisce bout the memories with your EX but couldn't you just keep it to yourself? So hurtful to have listen what you mentioned of your ex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOw do you guyz wish us girls to react to you when You mention bout it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Expect us to understand with an open heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Pretend we are really ok with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. You want us to console you instead of gettin' mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting your bf/gf feel that they are living in your past relationship ain't a good idea. You could never imagine how sad it is deep down inside their heart... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understanding is a part of being rational and feeling is just too evil to play around in our mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go now. good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-8333501903136049643?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8333501903136049643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=8333501903136049643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8333501903136049643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8333501903136049643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/exess.html' title='The Ex&apos;ess.'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TNlCD0m1QaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/68r_akvFMls/s72-c/ex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-3860885105987995244</id><published>2010-11-03T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:34:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm now at the Starbucks with my classmates.. Fuu~ Mariah Carey's songs played.. Hmmm...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I promise to update my blog soon. Im very sorry for not updating my blog recently, my dear readers. Ive been up to assignments lately as due date is just around the corner. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take care. Hugz.. Soon....&lt;/i&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/6084311952836976382-3860885105987995244?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3860885105987995244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=3860885105987995244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3860885105987995244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3860885105987995244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/11/moment.html' title='The moment'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-771388827756615685</id><published>2010-10-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:08:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE</title><content type='html'>Ive been a very bad bad girl today as i tried to joke with my BB and got him upset instead. I wish I could retrieve all my words and wish it didn't happened at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that we have to argue over something so insignificant! How I wish I could just say 'I love you' with a big hug! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to live up to him as he also promised to live up to me. I can forsee that we will be living happily and I commit to make him my priority! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the next 3 months. I will make myself available to:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Cook for my B. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Watch more movies in OUR mini theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) TREAT HIM LIKE A KING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Take him out on dates.... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Always tell him how nice he's treating me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Repeatedly remind him he's important in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This concludes my post for today...xoxo ( My "Evil", "Forceful"  boyfriend, Who by the way uses too much WAx forced me to post this )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-771388827756615685?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/771388827756615685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=771388827756615685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/771388827756615685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/771388827756615685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-love-for-you-will-never-die.html' title='MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5417518689158519975</id><published>2010-10-23T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:11:55.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons that I Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I NEED " D.E.L.E.T.E " BUTTON AND " F.O.R.W.A.R.D " BUTTON.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5417518689158519975?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5417518689158519975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5417518689158519975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5417518689158519975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5417518689158519975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/buttons-that-i-need.html' title='Buttons that I Need'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6374517972099649654</id><published>2010-10-19T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T05:30:33.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried to Reach You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TL2PKqnNsBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/93CWVftLVRk/s1600/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TL2PKqnNsBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/93CWVftLVRk/s320/sick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529733330881064978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am officially sick today like how it was like during the Chinese New Year where I was admitted into the hospital after some kind of gastric - ( vomited and diarrhea ). GggrrRreat~ Im facing it right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had vomited 6 times since 3pm ++ until now, 8.20pm.... I am so weak right now.. Well, I got no one to reach out by this time...Ive tried to reach out for your help but you never answered my call. Till then u called back and I was in the toilet vomiting.. I called you back but I guess You were having fun or with your friends.. You never cared to ask me anything.. Ended up, I said " Nothing already." He replied, "ok". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guess what? I'm too disappointed in you.. I should ask myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. Why would he needs to care for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. Why want him to help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. Why do you think he'll help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But, I am lucky and happy to have him... He answered my call when Im in pain... Right now, Im waiting for him to fetch me to see as I am too weak to drive now... Thank you so much. I heart you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6374517972099649654?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6374517972099649654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6374517972099649654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6374517972099649654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6374517972099649654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tried-to-reach-you.html' title='Tried to Reach You.'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TL2PKqnNsBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/93CWVftLVRk/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5319606611461338568</id><published>2010-10-12T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T05:32:12.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Going To Go Through This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TLRVMLj2s8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3pzaPbfO41k/s1600/hbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TLRVMLj2s8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3pzaPbfO41k/s320/hbroken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527136310440408002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; It's never easy to pull the trigger to end them because it's just too difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Besides that, it's also hard to to have the courage to walk away from the comfort of a relationship even a bad one and be alone for what may be awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What's more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ans: It's always easy to find reason not to end it by ..." dont have the money to be on my own or I can't stand the thought of him being with anyone else. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All this while, I'm just merely procrastinating and delaying the inevitable by staying in a relationship that's on life support isn't going to bring it back to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It is, in effect, broken. The sadness in turn doesn't make it less broken. I've reached this point where one or both of us feel that walking away is the best course of action, the cracks are there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; My life is not a yard sale. It's time to get rid of all the broken stuff that I've been  lugging around for years and make this bold decision to start looking for stuff that works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Being the first one to recognize my relationship isn't a match doesn't win me any great prize. Its just the guilt of having to hurt someone's feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've become attached to what's familiar and sometimes I hold on to things that are safe and predictable even if they're bad for me. A lot of the pain Im experiencing right now is actually fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fear of things being different than how I liked them, fear of being alone or fear of having to fill my time differently. I'm always afraid of unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fion Lee, please be a tough one and get through this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Take a deep breath, steel myself and realize that this is going to hurt for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5319606611461338568?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5319606611461338568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5319606611461338568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5319606611461338568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5319606611461338568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-going-to-go-through-this_12.html' title='I Am Going To Go Through This.'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TLRVMLj2s8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3pzaPbfO41k/s72-c/hbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6177570774721920971</id><published>2010-10-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:24:14.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1o.1o.1o  Hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TLGFl9A7jGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S7arqsx-s-A/s1600/ZooZoo-Calendar-October-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TLGFl9A7jGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S7arqsx-s-A/s320/ZooZoo-Calendar-October-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526345104840428642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today is SUNDAY 10.10.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I would like to take this opportunity to update my blog on such a beautiful day for me accompanied by soft and slow songs.... I'm enjoying the moment right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today is a special date/day as the numbers are all same.. I just dislike last year's 09.09.09. It was never a good memory for me to remember as there were things happened to me. However, this year is also the same but not as bad as like last year.. At least this year, I'm not Blinded by "YOU". I'm awake by now of how stupidly I was last time when "YOU" just took me for an option for you to choose.. The time past so slow for me and pieces of my heart broken were actually so hard for me in the fact that you ignored me and how I begged you, there were no feedback from you. The more I called the more sad I was. Everything is alright by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I should say thank you for having you once in my life. Although sad things appeared and so on, but still you're appreciated for who you are. I'm glad that I did get one step closer to you. Thanx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, it'll all on me.. In me, I'll become a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life gets better, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;They said, today is a special day. So spend it with your dearest ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guess who's my dearest ones???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Answ: oF Course my daughter (furkid) Stephy Lee... How sweet I am right?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Right now, everything seems so impossible to me. Somehow Someday, I hope it'll be possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My fellow friends, I hope you all are having a great day on such a wonderful day like today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6177570774721920971?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6177570774721920971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6177570774721920971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6177570774721920971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6177570774721920971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/1o1o1o-hmmmm.html' title='1o.1o.1o  Hmmmm....'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TLGFl9A7jGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S7arqsx-s-A/s72-c/ZooZoo-Calendar-October-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-8432798920563676941</id><published>2010-10-05T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:13:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration To Write Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TKsb71uD-bI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BSmrrYBZBNY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TKsb71uD-bI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BSmrrYBZBNY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524540082746554802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh~ These words have been playing like a rhythm in my mind. Now, I would like to Express it out!! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mind me if it's sucks!!!  =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let's Get it started !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- I would love to stuck in the traffic jam with you, because I wanna see you more than a seconds, mins and hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Your smile melt my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Your foot steps make my heart bounced fast! It'll make me more excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- I would lend you my pillow to sleep on when you're exhausted. Just to have your scent on my pillow that'll reminds me of you every night I sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-  Although every second I'm with you, I still miss you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- I'm your sugar candy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Can I just drop the embarrassment moment just to run to you and kiss you??? Because your lips just taste as sweet as my heart feel for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- How if I say you're the only that will affect my mood? It's because you're the only one that just matters to me. Every single thing and every single way, I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Only me knows how it feels to be with you. Nonetheless of the others. You're the one I believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Hope is all I got until You came. You break the dawn just for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- You may loose the a second to miss me but I never do loose the time I never miss YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That's the quotes I wanted to Express. I hope you'll enjoy it. =D&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/6084311952836976382-8432798920563676941?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8432798920563676941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=8432798920563676941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8432798920563676941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8432798920563676941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/inspiration-to-write-love-quotes.html' title='Inspiration To Write Love Quotes'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TKsb71uD-bI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BSmrrYBZBNY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4925555586179229365</id><published>2010-10-05T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T05:32:41.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Stop Me From Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I Just watched " THE REBOUND" casted by Catherine Zeta Jones and Justin Bartha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Justin Bartha is simply the nicest guy Ever! Awh~ I felt so sweet in my heart.. =D Can I have that too? The feeling is just amazing. It's the nicest thing to have when we are loved by the one we loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Another dreaming day after watching it.. I just don't want to wake up and face the reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ish ish!!! Wake up FION LEE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Love movie always the best!!! As, , , , in the movie's story line there'll always a happy ending or can be said perfectly beautiful with the partners. However the ugly side is always the most hurting moment.  hah! What can i say more??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It'll just never be beautiful for me because I'm just stuck in the purgatory of my own obsessive mind??? ARgh! I know I shouldn't be complaining either because complaining ain't making any changes for me, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;haha..&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/6084311952836976382-4925555586179229365?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4925555586179229365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4925555586179229365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4925555586179229365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4925555586179229365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-stop-me-from-dreaming.html' title='Please Stop Me From Dreaming'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2992631947254894813</id><published>2010-10-03T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T07:27:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.... and Lastly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hallo. Good evening everyone. =) I'm very happy today as I met up with my old kindie friend. How nice it is huh? The most interesting part is I realize NOT all men which are not gentlemen. He is the only exceptional to those. SEe! I'm complimenting you! You should be proud huh.. At least knowing you let me feel there's always another better out there. thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Right now, I'm reading a book called " It's called broke up because it's broken". Hmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How sad it is to be in a broken relationship when we know its not working out for us but STILL we put hopes on it..Drag-Wait-Broken .. The content of the book is really really meaningful to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This word " used to " has been haunting me for these few years. I wish I could have the courage to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you ever treated me when u said broke up???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wish I could have a comfortable day with you but it has soon became a numb for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Numb for me to act first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; To ask first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; To offer first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; To plan first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really wish to feel like Ima girl. Let me feel pamper but I guess those feelings had fade away and I couldnt be more merry right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Weary, Confused...... If only you could say it to me.. I'll be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-2992631947254894813?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2992631947254894813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2992631947254894813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2992631947254894813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2992631947254894813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-and-lastly.html' title='Finally.... and Lastly'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7880561805931892190</id><published>2010-10-01T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:02:57.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hellu.. Finally I got myself a new job. A damn new job for me! Ima kindie daycare Teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woot woot~ Phew..Witt~!!! lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They called me " TEacher Fion"... haha..Bangga betui sampai boler kembang dah! lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;uhm Uhm.. The job required a lot of patience and LOVE. Ive to show my LOve to those children.. Its a new challenge for me. Hmm... I cant imagine that Their thinking are totally MATURED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For eg: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Teacher Fion, Do you think you can handle us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I think so. ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;children: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" Are you married? If not, why are you wearing rings?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because my mum gave it to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gosh!! They got lotsa questions to ask!!!!! However, I LOVE them alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Frankly, taking care of children is more tiring than taking care of my DAWG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope I will be a good teacher.. AHEM AHEM. lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Good night everyone. sweet dreams. &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/6084311952836976382-7880561805931892190?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7880561805931892190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7880561805931892190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7880561805931892190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7880561805931892190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-job.html' title='A new job'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1844177141599552862</id><published>2010-09-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T06:35:21.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;Writing this blog post aint giving me any good feelings bout it because I'M SICK &amp;amp; TIRED of it. Guess I'm too demanding or the "shiet" isn't doing anything right? I hate keep asking, reminding and informing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For a festive season, isn't its a must / need to buy YOUR gf's parent some gift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  For example: Mooncake festival.. Arent boyfriend need to buy the mooncake as a gift for the girl's parents? It is not like being mean to force/ to remind/ to ask/ to tell bf to buy that for your parent! They should know what to do instead of gf telling them what they should do! Damn. So un-gentleman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In our Chinese tradition, it is a manner of respect and a gift of heart to show to the girl's parent especially their mum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HOW IF YOU ALREADY ASKED YOUR BF TO BUY/ REMIND HIM BOUT THAT, BUT HE SAID " You didn't buy for my parents also."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How will you react if your bf ever tell u this?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm so devastated and frustrated with all those un-gentlemen guys surrounding me daily.. ARgh! hate it so much. jUst F outa my life pls. You do not deserve to be a guy! Be girl instead coz u Look like one of em! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-1844177141599552862?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1844177141599552862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1844177141599552862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1844177141599552862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1844177141599552862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/09/meaningless.html' title='Meaningless'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7746853717617031944</id><published>2010-09-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:09:00.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me bring you back to 4.9.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Activities on 04.09.2010 ( My Buff'Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All right. all right. I know Ive been a LIL inconsistent with my blowgie here.. I know i know. Im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here are some photos that I took during my Buffday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOsMlD_eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Fveg6anPU80/s1600/fblog23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOsMlD_eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Fveg6anPU80/s320/fblog23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517418277191810530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is me. Photo taken at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOrhgP5HI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GUZ8L3Iry-c/s1600/fblog28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOrhgP5HI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GUZ8L3Iry-c/s320/fblog28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517418265628894322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Taken at the hotel room&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOp4JmOeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/m9RJndMqfLg/s1600/fblog22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOp4JmOeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/m9RJndMqfLg/s320/fblog22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517418237348166114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is My Pressie.&lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOpr9n3SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3xYw5Nexz-g/s1600/fblog35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOpr9n3SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3xYw5Nexz-g/s320/fblog35.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517418234076716322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;See! My pressie!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOIpaH5fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5NmkZLGTpgE/s1600/fblog36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOIpaH5fI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5NmkZLGTpgE/s320/fblog36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417666455266802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The process of unwrapping my pressie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOH3qnXkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BrAowEvURm0/s1600/fblog37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOH3qnXkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BrAowEvURm0/s320/fblog37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417653102665282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OOps! Still another one to go??? Tang tang tang TANG~!!! My real Pressie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOHHc1oUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jUre-pYmQNo/s1600/fblog43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOHHc1oUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jUre-pYmQNo/s320/fblog43.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417640159977794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, this is my Lil pressie. I love it so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOGb6Z8GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ETJMZkXRZgE/s1600/fblog24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOGb6Z8GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ETJMZkXRZgE/s320/fblog24.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417628472832098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quality tested by taking photo using it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOFcNnwhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/C2X5sCkRbjo/s1600/fblog49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOFcNnwhI/AAAAAAAAAIY/C2X5sCkRbjo/s320/fblog49.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417611373560338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh~ Subway Burger~ Added Chese, Turkey! n ETc... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNrFsz5KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-3DpmWVdFcg/s1600/fblog50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNrFsz5KI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-3DpmWVdFcg/s320/fblog50.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417158653764770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how my room looks like. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNq0YqARI/AAAAAAAAAII/tnUfphhgcKc/s1600/fblog51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNq0YqARI/AAAAAAAAAII/tnUfphhgcKc/s320/fblog51.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417154005827858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNqewJbgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GvQCjO3RYo4/s1600/fblog52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNqewJbgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GvQCjO3RYo4/s320/fblog52.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417148198776322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNqKr4gXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/modjKYijd9c/s1600/fblog53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNqKr4gXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/modjKYijd9c/s320/fblog53.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417142812180850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look down. This it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNooujP4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-Uk-fCa2RqQ/s1600/fblog54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHNooujP4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/-Uk-fCa2RqQ/s320/fblog54.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517417116516695938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Centre view from the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-7746853717617031944?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7746853717617031944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7746853717617031944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7746853717617031944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7746853717617031944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-bring-you-back-to-492010.html' title='Let me bring you back to 4.9.2010'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TJHOsMlD_eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Fveg6anPU80/s72-c/fblog23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7138194788172251932</id><published>2010-09-08T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:23:19.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I needed Right now - Spa Massage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIebQzh9BBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kcIlVed2ThQ/s1600/spamassage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIebQzh9BBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kcIlVed2ThQ/s320/spamassage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514546981751292946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Whoa! Can you see that???? Can you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Awh~ I want that so desperately. I felt so damn tired and wish to have a nice handy massage on my back, shoulder&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;BUTT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;head and legs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Imagination goes WILD! Roar! Imagine if there's a hot chick massage for me on my back with the massage oil. Gosh! It feels so good and warm with her soft hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIebQsa4EPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zrqv4oGQfLE/s1600/greeklady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIebQsa4EPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zrqv4oGQfLE/s320/greeklady.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514546979842560242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The lady massager MUST WEAR like the picture shown above! hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!! Hot huh?! Then with her nice scent on her body that I could smell.. Woooo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I like that I like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So what is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;imagination of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Your ideal lady/man massager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&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/6084311952836976382-7138194788172251932?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7138194788172251932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7138194788172251932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7138194788172251932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7138194788172251932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-i-needed-right-now-spa-massage.html' title='All I needed Right now - Spa Massage'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIebQzh9BBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kcIlVed2ThQ/s72-c/spamassage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4303551819241136600</id><published>2010-09-08T03:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:02:52.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recall 3.9.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SA RANG CHAE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdps6MFH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4F0AnW58ins/s1600/fblog21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdps6MFH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4F0AnW58ins/s320/fblog21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492488993546194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Light dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpsiyAoKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PmuhHuxTKH4/s1600/fblog20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpsiyAoKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PmuhHuxTKH4/s320/fblog20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492482710184098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamed Hot dog and broccoli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpsQ40hyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/a8JNjLUh1FU/s1600/fblog19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpsQ40hyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/a8JNjLUh1FU/s320/fblog19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492477906913058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fruit Salad and the other plate is Pumpkin????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpsAIUHrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_T_5nxxoyRQ/s1600/fblog18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpsAIUHrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_T_5nxxoyRQ/s320/fblog18.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492473408495282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KimChi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpTzUOJDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRc9squMVzk/s1600/fblog17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpTzUOJDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BRc9squMVzk/s320/fblog17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492057651913778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Alright! This dish is pork! lol.. It tasted so so good! The tang hoon is Xtremely nice. I love it. Although it's spicy.. Likey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpTW5X1SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zrZ0zag054I/s1600/fblog16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpTW5X1SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zrZ0zag054I/s320/fblog16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492050023109922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Miso soup??? lolx&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpTOIH7LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1RBYSIvxJRA/s1600/fblog15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpTOIH7LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1RBYSIvxJRA/s320/fblog15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492047669062834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;This is ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpShwabzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oinv-qyp9qA/s1600/fblog14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdpShwabzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oinv-qyp9qA/s320/fblog14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514492035758452530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Ladies that I was with for that dinner.&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I sincerely apologize for posting it such late. sorry... I love that dinner! I would like to have it another time. :D  The food was GREAT! Importantly is, Ladies filled restaurant with cheers, Noise and Laughter! What can I say? They are fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Oh no! Can I turn back the time to last week please???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Certainly no, right? * slap* wakey fifi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oops.. I gotta hand off my lappie now.. Ima enjoy my chipster with drama now. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-4303551819241136600?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4303551819241136600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4303551819241136600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4303551819241136600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4303551819241136600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/09/recall-3910.html' title='Recall 3.9.10'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIdps6MFH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4F0AnW58ins/s72-c/fblog21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-3765523728829581860</id><published>2010-09-05T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:44:09.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Replacement pictures for the post title - I'll Show you My Retarded Face-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;The picture below is the replacement for the post title stated above. I do not know why it cant be viewed. Just in case you guyz cant get to view, so here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;So sorry for the inconvenience caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIO5xjisE8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bqYApmSc_EY/s1600/fblog13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIO5xjisE8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bqYApmSc_EY/s320/fblog13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513454629837083586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-3765523728829581860?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3765523728829581860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=3765523728829581860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3765523728829581860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/3765523728829581860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Replacement pictures for the post title - I&apos;ll Show you My Retarded Face-'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TIO5xjisE8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bqYApmSc_EY/s72-c/fblog13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-49057437921184376</id><published>2010-09-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:36:09.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to Come Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Halo! I'll upload more pictures here for the last saturday's activities (which was my BUFFDAY) as I'm editing the pictures now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, Be patience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;UPCOMING MORE PICTURES SOON !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6084311952836976382-49057437921184376?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/49057437921184376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=49057437921184376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/49057437921184376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/49057437921184376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-to-come-soon.html' title='More to Come Soon...'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-887714329770834516</id><published>2010-09-02T07:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T07:47:44.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Show you My Retarded Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BOREDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH-21msBSrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3g9nIk0jwXI/s1600/fblog13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH-21msBSrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3g9nIk0jwXI/s320/fblog13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512325500959279794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;This is how I spent my Boredom~ &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:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Too bored to do anything. So I finally decided to snap some photogs The picture below snapped 2/3 weeks ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;already. But I did not know how to combine these photos together until now. So I decided to upload it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Not consider retarded / funny??? Alright! I'll try to snap more UGLY! FUNNY! muahahaha..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH-2u_O5WUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pOvdkUw1mbM/s1600/fname.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH-2u_O5WUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pOvdkUw1mbM/s320/fname.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512325387288926530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 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 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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-887714329770834516?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/887714329770834516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=887714329770834516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/887714329770834516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/887714329770834516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-show-you-my-retarded-face_2101.html' title='I&apos;ll Show you My Retarded Face'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH-21msBSrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3g9nIk0jwXI/s72-c/fblog13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6745585243873339775</id><published>2010-08-31T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:46:48.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Learnt Something-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH0KgXJOShI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dz3MZ9dMjN4/s1600/fblog12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH0KgXJOShI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dz3MZ9dMjN4/s320/fblog12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511573070056147474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;           Discover more than what you are expecting and discover is about learning all the way through your life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Well, I got all these words flying in my mind on yesterday and today about the topic to blog. I was very excited to share with all my dear readers. Lotsa words make you LAZY to go reading huh.. I'll try to attach some pictures on my blog, just to make sure u don't stop reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;On the 30/8, I attended my class at college and it came by that my lecturer was teaching us more than what it had on the notes. He shared with us about LIFE. I still bare in mind of what he had said to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;     Usually Girls out there included ME as well, will definitely go for a Guy with 5C's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;What is 5C's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;1. Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;2. Credit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;3. Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;4. Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;5. Condominium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Actually, it is not indicated what we girls looking for are wrong but we actually need to reconsider the other sides of the values. My lecturer said the most important is not the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;5C's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;2H's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;It is ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;1. Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;2. Hardworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Without both of the H's, a guy who is rich, handsome and so on, is unreliable on them in future. Undoubtedly, its true.  Let's move on into another part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I admit that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;arcastic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;ealistic and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;aterialistic. Yes, I am. I am truely who I am and I always wanted to change and have those simple life and simple thinking. Honestly, I cant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Let me tell you why. The first thing, having a boyfriend doesnt mean that you love him, you obey him, you give him what he wants and so on. For girls, Ima girl, yea. I always wanted a secure relationship. Elaborate secure. I want my bf to have future! A steady future.. That I can see.. Then, to be true, my love language is GIFT. Its all about special days like my birthday, valentines day &amp;amp; etc, I wish he would gimme an unforgettable memory which importantly must include me PRESENTS! No Chepo present puhlease.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;What do I mean by chepo present? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;- It is to buy me something that isn't for me, it is because he has to buy it, so he bought it.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;It is like a girl without pride/ unvalueable to him or just to entertain you. I dislike that seriously. I would have throw that present infront of my bf or What ive done before, I threw it on the floor, &amp;amp; leave it just like that. Until my mum came to clean my room and she put it on my rack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Now, if you ask me where is that present, I would tell you, "Im sorry,dear.I got no idea".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Dating for me is about testing besides of lovey loving, sweet talks &amp;amp; etc. WHAT??? Ridiculous???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;No, it is not ridiculous at all! I meant testing in the period of dating with your boyfriend is somehow to know the true colors of them whether they are gentlemen, caring, willing to spend on you &amp;amp; etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;If the guy without complains &amp;amp; they actually did their parts as a boyfriend... We girls will actually know and we girls can sacrifice more than what they can give to us. When we got married, we girls will definitely be more stingy! be more caring! be more loving! than what the guys have given us. That is the examination and also a guarantee, I called for dating period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I'm sorry to say that BECAUSE marriage is just one of our life. If we ever choose wrong, That's IT! Path is the choice we choose. So before divorce thing happen, open eyes big big before its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Ima stop my sharing now... I have to go to bed d... tata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6745585243873339775?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6745585243873339775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6745585243873339775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6745585243873339775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6745585243873339775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-learnt-something.html' title='I&apos;ve Learnt Something-'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TH0KgXJOShI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dz3MZ9dMjN4/s72-c/fblog12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5556100011739484916</id><published>2010-08-29T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:01:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oH my~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loudest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;! " Haiz..~~~" College classes has begun.. Tomorrow is the 2nd week of the semester. Im superbly disappointed with my one the subject's result. It is totally unacceptable!! haiz... alright. Skip this part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Next! Banci thing gonna over after tomorrow. Tomorrow is the last day for me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yay! But. Yea, BUT... I still have to pack another part of my control area into a box and check it one by one! Ridiculous! REally! Government has no proper procedures in the census population. We were given training and so on.. And every time they changed their words and their policy. That has proven, census population is inaccurate and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;! Just a waste of Citizen's money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   For example: Respondents that came back to the house just 2 or 3 times a month but they're living at other place, also counted! That means it will be counted as twice! What the??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just because afraid of Penang citizen's population decreased, they wanted us to put Estimation, ethnic, and ridiculously is to know their name as well. How can we know their name by asking the neighbors??? zzzzzzz!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Then, comes with claim form. They do not provide us claim form but to ask us to photocopy by ourselves AND rewrite everything all over again when it got rejected. One date for one page. Is this call " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;GO GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"?? So called encouraging people to practice recycle and yet government is the FIRST who are not practicing it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   Lousy system they applied as it is not encouraged for people to use E-census! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Said not enough budget, this and that. While, there are so many briberies and so on among those " ahem ahem" ( u know i know) that are going on inside the organisation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  Sigh~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BOLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a long day for me.. Full schedule.. I need to rest now.. good night.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-5556100011739484916?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5556100011739484916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5556100011739484916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5556100011739484916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5556100011739484916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my_29.html' title='oH my~'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-7924166549295319549</id><published>2010-08-24T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:16:19.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;I was wanting to have you so badly but I couldn't afford to bring you back home with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;Im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Today, I went to a pet shop near Jamal, Tanjong Tokong and I saw a very adorable puppy. She was so so so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;! She is a Chi Hua hua, Long coat. UHm.. Her little head is black colour but her body is in white. Owh gosh! Call me insane. I wanted her so badly but it cost me RM1k after negotiated with the "tauke niao".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;   I thought I could have you back with me as earlier, my sister was like want/dun wan to buy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; I tried to convince her but failed. At first, she wanted to pay for the deposit first and we'll go withdraw money. Unfortunately, when we stepped outta the pet shop, she changed her mind.. I was so down and disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;   For the very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;FIRST TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;! I couldnt speak out to the "tauke niao" that Im not going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;buy already.. It was so so hard for me.. She had bathed the puppy...The pup was freezing. Then we suddenly said dont want....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;  I felt so bad and pity for the pup..I really like the pup so so so so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Sigh.. Im just useless..&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/6084311952836976382-7924166549295319549?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7924166549295319549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=7924166549295319549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7924166549295319549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/7924166549295319549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-made-me-feel.html' title='You made me feel...'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1074631205149936287</id><published>2010-08-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:42:35.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Sharing with Spirits ( Ghost Festival )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TGgEOSIgPWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0HlpqbwFldc/s1600/fblog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TGgEOSIgPWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0HlpqbwFldc/s320/fblog11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505655187892616546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; This is me. Ghost Festive.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;What's more than a Ghost Festival in this lunar seventh month??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Actually, I'd watched the HK's Guai Tam ( pronounce it in Cantonese ). It attracted my attention few years back ago and I love to watch it although I expected more than what it showed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Recently the topic caught my attention which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;" Ghost's Gate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; of how do human actually enter into hell. I like this a lot. If it's true, I wonder how can I enter into another dimension of the other world that we eventually never seen it before. I heard from the "Guai Tam" that there are 11 dimensions exist but until now, there are no scientist that able to invent something to enter it. Hmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I wish to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;1) Enter hell and heaven   ( other dimensions) by myself before I die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;2) Have a machine that can brings me to the past and witness my past life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;3) See what I cant see which is under my control. (Eventually it wont happens. It only happen when I dont wish! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;4) Have the kindness like Goddess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Frankly, I'm so afraid of death because I am not a good person and I haven't do something that goes beyond our human kindness. I'm very sure Ima send to hell after I die..~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  I believe in karma and I actually realize that day by day, my mind, my heart and my eyes is blinded with something called, Reality and Society that I've almost forgotten the guidance of my religion. Once I read the sutra, I found myself very sinful and cant compared to the God and I believe, God is getting tired and sad to see what's the human has become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;NOW, we are all sharing the earth with spirits now. Even when we're walking, talking, sleeping and so on, there'll always be some spirits with us.. This is the only time they don't have to suffer so much. The only time to go home and see their beloved family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I hope to see them. &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/6084311952836976382-1074631205149936287?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1074631205149936287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1074631205149936287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1074631205149936287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1074631205149936287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/earth-sharing-with-spirits-ghost.html' title='Earth Sharing with Spirits ( Ghost Festival )'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TGgEOSIgPWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0HlpqbwFldc/s72-c/fblog11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6653871419526913393</id><published>2010-08-13T02:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T02:55:23.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way You Care....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TGUOJvFkMKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UPrT6ESzoQs/s1600/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TGUOJvFkMKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UPrT6ESzoQs/s320/mother.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504821679951720610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to express how I actually love the way you care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;To me: You're an Angel sent from above whom given the task to care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;              You're indescribable Goddess in my Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Her (&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;When there were toughness time I ever face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;, = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You would seek for solution to help me through the hardest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;When I fall sick&lt;/span&gt;, =&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; you would cook and buy me medicine and check if my sick is getting better or worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;When I got problems&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You would be a good listener although u don't seems to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;When I got no place to go&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You would always offer me a shelter and arms for me to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;When I got no money&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You would always buy me food, give me some pocket money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The one (&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;BOYFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;When there were toughness time I ever faced&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BF will just console in msg/ phone but not making any move/offer to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;When I fall sick&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BF will only ask if you need any medicine instead of coming over to check if you're alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;When I got problems&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BF will just listen impatiently as all the problems you heard is only a trouble to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;When I got no place to go&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BF will just ask you whether you got any other place to go instead of finding ways to help you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;or     BF will just asked you to stay over his house and that will become a burden for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;When I got no money&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BF will be the 1st one to get away as they would not offer to borrow you money  and the reason is no money OR pretend did not hear what you say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;All that, what she can do, cant be done by a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;BOYFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;" as they expect us to do it for them instead they do it just for us when we needed them. I just know as a boyfriend to me, they will once become a stranger after break up. What we've done for them will eventually swept away.. Every little things we did, BF cant feel it or realize it. BF? suck it! Put more effort on mom is better than BF! heartbroken is just a period of time.. cant let go because the term 'used to the living style with him'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Have you ever think of mum when u got bf/gf? Think it thoroughly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Everyone would have think of their bf /gf 1st before their parents. Will you think of watching movie with your mum? Would you have candlelight dinner with your mum? Did you ever think what you did for your bf/gf to your mum????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;So! Mom, You are the best because You are always be there for me without complaints. You are no one that can ever replace the place inside my heart even boyfriends as you did much more than what a boyfriend can do. If I ever can make you become my HUSBAND, I will propose to you because debts that I owed you can never pay in my life. You would be my dearest mum, boyfriend, and husby! U may say me psycho or nuts! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-6653871419526913393?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6653871419526913393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6653871419526913393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6653871419526913393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6653871419526913393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/way-you-care_13.html' title='The way You Care....'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TGUOJvFkMKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UPrT6ESzoQs/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6501607821688471562</id><published>2010-08-08T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T09:10:03.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of Something New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF7VJ1YyEWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s6kWqGGD46Q/s1600/fblog10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF7VJ1YyEWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s6kWqGGD46Q/s320/fblog10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503070159619887458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hmmm.. Right now, all I wish is to have some changes for myself or something around. I hope and wish of Surprises! or Something NEW/ Different! Gosh! I want that so badly. It's bored without' em. Can I get back those excited feeling, anxious and merry feeling? ppppee...liss.....??? It has been a long long time since I felt it.. Really wish to find it back.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;   Im being nonsense here..Oh ya! Today I went to watch TEKKEN! The story line was just alright for me... BUT I LIKE THAT "JIN" !  He's cool, cute and muscular! lolx. Can i have him for just a day??????? huahuahauahauah.. Dream/ fantasize brings me beyond my imaginary. Its good to dream as it can bring/ help me to think something I never expected it to happen. So, Dream on!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;   Now, I would like to get my arse up from the chair and get to bed because IMA dream of you~. ^,^ nice~ see you in my dreamland. &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/6084311952836976382-6501607821688471562?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6501607821688471562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6501607821688471562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6501607821688471562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6501607821688471562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-need-of-something-new.html' title='In need of Something New?'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF7VJ1YyEWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s6kWqGGD46Q/s72-c/fblog10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2771217213884276210</id><published>2010-08-07T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:14:02.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Penyelia and Pembanci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2d6MKbVoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u1D578Ui8bs/s1600/fblog4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2d6MKbVoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u1D578Ui8bs/s320/fblog4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502727942739547778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From left to right :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ling Ling, Corina and Me ( They are my Pembanci ) Love them alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2ayEN8iOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/25eZqWnFVjY/s1600/fblog5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2ayEN8iOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/25eZqWnFVjY/s320/fblog5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502724504632985826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  From left to right :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ng, Me, Boey Boey and Ong ( Penyelia )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I attended a dinner at Li Teik school at 7.30pm with Penyelia'sss and Pembanci'ss as well. That was the school 39th anniversary. I didnt ate much because the food wasn't taste nice at all. Hmm..Very choosy huh.. For food, Yes I am. Lolx.. Unfortunately, I did not get any prize for lucky draw as usual. Sigh~ I wanted a fan! No luck for that dinner. The songs were all OLDIES which very unsuitable for my age to listen. hahahaha.. Eventually, I enjoyed that dinner. I precious the moment our group spent together as Banci Penduduk dan Perumahan just will held 10 years once. I think 10 years later, I would be 32 years old already. I guess, many things will change at that time. hmmm....&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: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    NEXT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I grab the chance to actually camwhore in ma ROOM! huahuahua...Let's see how it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2axwZ5LOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wzb1Uk0X-t8/s1600/fblog7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2axwZ5LOI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wzb1Uk0X-t8/s320/fblog7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502724499314388194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  I'm just thinking that there is nothing else but simplicity is the best as being a fool is not stupid at all. It's just that, one finds another simpler path to go through. We human always make things complicated when there is another way can be chosen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2axi3ed1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6WBsnSSS21w/s1600/fblog8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2axi3ed1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6WBsnSSS21w/s320/fblog8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502724495680370514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes there ain't no one that care for you except for our lovely family. Unfortunately, the reality is cruel for the people we once loved or love would eventually hurt us or it can be said most of the people around us will do. Somehow someway, one finds the people who are worth suffered for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2axcHMYbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oQQnJZqOpmc/s1600/fblog10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2axcHMYbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oQQnJZqOpmc/s320/fblog10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502724493867246002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They said Silence is Bliss. So what do you think? I think Silence is a virtue for me to hear the imperfections of myself. Thus, mouth is the one that harms and also heals for by I eat junkfood/unhealthy which causes sickness, utter words that actually unintentionally hurt the others which influenced ill. Then heals is about the kindness and care from the words uttered may bring good deals to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2aw80vdNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RRYoKW0lNbc/s1600/fblog9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2aw80vdNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RRYoKW0lNbc/s320/fblog9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502724485468353746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Whatever I see and whatever I listen is actually depends on how narrow or straight i choose to define. Then,the toughness time is actually will not last BUT a tough person will eventually last forever. So, Stay strong and fight with the weak thinking/evil thinking within us. &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/6084311952836976382-2771217213884276210?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2771217213884276210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2771217213884276210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2771217213884276210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2771217213884276210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/dinner-with-penyelia-and-pembanci.html' title='Dinner with Penyelia and Pembanci'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TF2d6MKbVoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u1D578Ui8bs/s72-c/fblog4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-4267186089147712245</id><published>2010-08-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T06:42:14.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Myself Something....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFlq91iFGOI/AAAAAAAAADw/pN10ytlx8ls/s1600/04082010240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFlq91iFGOI/AAAAAAAAADw/pN10ytlx8ls/s320/04082010240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501546030384355554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;   It's called the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;"Purple Rain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Today! After went to Macallum 354 to get claim forms from My pembanci, I went to gurney to get myself something instead of just waiting for my sis. Yippie&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; I got myself :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;1. Majolica Majorca's Mascara&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybeline's concealer&lt;br /&gt;3. Garnier's whitening cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;4. Elianto's cake spounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;5. Elianto's waterproof mascara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;6. Elianto's eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;7. Elianto's hand Cream ( I like the smell- rose-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;8. Cleo, Minna and Popteen Magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;9.A pair of flat shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I'm extremely happy about it! hahaha!!! So so happy! It's true! Shopping is a girl's best'est medicine in  the world.. I guess its only works for me??? haha. happy happy ya ya~  Then me and my sister actually went to Food &amp;amp; Tea for dinner. SEe the drink above? That's actually what I Ordered. The drink is called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Purple Rain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;but its in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;After I drank, My sis told me " Do you know you look like a dead people now with poisoned lips?" I answered " oh?!!!REally?!! " Then I stopped drinking that so called PUrple Rain although it left half of the glass. It actually taste like the ice cream stick where it sells RM0.20 each which got colors for you to choose such as green, purple, red, yellow and so on.. That's how it tasted like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;      I'm still thinking what color I should dye for my hair. Hmm..Darker or lighter this time??? sigh. I hope I could make up my mind asap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFlqeSmjSTI/AAAAAAAAADo/GiHaa6sP6I0/s1600/fblog3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFlqeSmjSTI/AAAAAAAAADo/GiHaa6sP6I0/s320/fblog3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501545488431925554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Tried to fill up something for my background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFlqOrHQ2qI/AAAAAAAAADg/VkM_BKRong4/s1600/fblog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFlqOrHQ2qI/AAAAAAAAADg/VkM_BKRong4/s320/fblog2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501545220133673634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;The picture I took last Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;At least I managed to camwhore awhile.. I just took two picx only due to sleepyness after whole day activities inclusive of working.... I'll try to take more pictures next time...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;                             ARghhh!!!! I gotta start checking my documents now! Have to hand in tomorrow.. What the...???!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-4267186089147712245?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4267186089147712245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=4267186089147712245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4267186089147712245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/4267186089147712245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-got-myself-something.html' title='I got Myself Something....'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFlq91iFGOI/AAAAAAAAADw/pN10ytlx8ls/s72-c/04082010240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-6103929532329697032</id><published>2010-08-02T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:51:25.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFbW8LdxjnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZB1V6lna1wc/s1600/fblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFbW8LdxjnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZB1V6lna1wc/s320/fblog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500820324237807218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought of quite some numbers of things these few days. After I've watched Inception, I thought of building my own's inception like they did. Hmm..how i wish and how i wish it'll be possible! However, I thought of six sense! Six sense plus inception must be very Interesting!!!! For me, sometimes i would have my so called six sense but then it doesnt happens so often. I believe everyone of us would have some so called natural six sense such as hints for us before we do something. LIke it says " Things happen for reasons." &amp;amp; before the things happens, hints are given to us but our mind is not strong enough to read/ notice/ realize the hint given to us. Hmm... It's somehow hard to describe it..&lt;br /&gt;   Nvm.. The next thing I thought of is... " ta da!" I wan to dress up my ride!!! haha.. i wish this and i wish that.. awh~ How i wish huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   *punch* Fion ! Stop dreaming. ish ish!!~ I really really thought of controlling myself not to buy so many clothes/ other stuffsSss! I hate my lil devie in my mind that keeps making me so tempted to buy those things and I could give lotsa reasonsSs just to buy that thing. After awhile, I would have put that thing that I once wanted so badly aside. I promise and I really really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;  of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;saVING Money&lt;/span&gt;! It's so hard for me.. I wish someday I could be a good saver and not a big spender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh! I thought of taking good care of my skin! My skin is so so dry! I do not have any knowledge on any skin care. Grrr.. I thought every girl would have known this. Guess Im not? Any suggestion which good skin care brand to buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  Problems Im facing with my skin is DRY! I want my face to be shiny, smooth, fair and lesser pores! It looks so ugly! Plus, im having a bad bad panda eyes here.. Any cure??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  Hmm... I should be writing my claim form now.. It turns out, im blogging here.. What the er?! &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/6084311952836976382-6103929532329697032?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6103929532329697032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=6103929532329697032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6103929532329697032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/6103929532329697032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/08/thought-of.html' title='Thought of......'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/TFbW8LdxjnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZB1V6lna1wc/s72-c/fblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-9174283665041781455</id><published>2010-07-29T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:52:20.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Hectie and Wackie &amp; self absorbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;ARgh argh!!! My phase 1 banci has been bounced due to amount of empty houses has exceeded 15% and I have to redo/recheck it over again and the due date is 4th of August and phase 2 due date is 6th of August. There are alot of things to do but too little time I have and yet checking those documents did by my Pembanci is a DISASTER! (Not all but some) Looking at the documents, you would have the kind of thinking of " I wish to whack that fella". Unfortunately i cannot do that. It's already phase 2 but mistakes are getting worst than ever... I did not get to have a nice and relax weekend for a month already!! I need a bREak seriously! My sem is starting soon... I want a holiday but financially doesnt allow me to do so....Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Hate that so much.. -cool down cool down- Alright. fuu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh ya! I also got good news too.. Tonight i'll be watching movie with my friends - Inception- Oh yea. I hope I can understand the story of the movie if not, i would be asking around after the movie..yuppie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Tomorrow is saturday and i needed a break so desperately! So ive decided not to pick up any call/ leave my cellphone at home/ turn it off.. Likey so much!!!!! After the banci things started, i got to have phoebia of picking up calls from certain people. Damn scary wey.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; Alright i wanted to stop mentioning bout banci things. It makes me sickening. Ish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;   Things that I desperately wanted right now is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;a) Get myself a holiday/break without having those calls from those peoples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;b) Get myself a brand new mascara&lt;br /&gt;c) Get myself a MAC lipstick or lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;d) Get myself a pair of nice flat shoes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;e) Get my hair dye with lighter or darker colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;f) Lastly I wanted to have some changes! Im bored looking at myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;      hahahaha.. I wana pamper myself.....   I will try and try and promise to myself that I would update my blog frequently.. I just hate thinking what to write on the title.. alright.. I need to get my arse up from sitting infront of my lappie d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;        &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/6084311952836976382-9174283665041781455?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9174283665041781455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=9174283665041781455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/9174283665041781455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/9174283665041781455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-hectie-and-wackie-self-absorbed.html' title='Double Hectie and Wackie &amp; self absorbed'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2968689385391693158</id><published>2010-06-15T05:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:37:04.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Fuu.. Have been so busy lately.. I'm actually very tired right now but I've not been consistent to my blow-gie already. So, I get all photos transfered from mobile phone and also my owhdie camera. =) As I've promised, I'll try to capture pictures whenever I can by bringing my Camera everywhere.. Yes, I did! B..u...t... the network connection was too slow and I've waited for half an hour for one pictures to upload. Gosh! I couldn't wait anymore! Eventually, I've cancelled it. Muahahaa....downzzz.. waste my time downloading my mobile software in order to get my mobile pics to get transfered. Cish!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yesterday, was the first day I went to Pembanci's training. It was not so good in the morning BECAUSE i woke up late! I was nearly late to work! I woke up at 7.45am and I thought the training gotta starts in 15 mins. So I grabbed my bags, took whatever clothes that got in my hands, then I wore it. So terrible vegie-table... ish ish! Luckily! I called Vivien and she told me the training will starts at 9am.. and so, I got much relieved... Fuu~ But still I was in the 'Shocking' conditions. Hmm.. Face was so stim and so so pale! Sigh! What a first day I got for yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Well, Today is so much Better than Yesterday!!! I woke up at 6am and I get to find my clothes,&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-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;mix and match.. Heee~ Happy.. So so tired. Now, I'm trying to be consistent in updating my blog.&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-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Im trying !&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;yes! im trying. Sigh! Pictures cant upload. Downz.  Next week, Ive to hand in my assignment already&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="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; but still I&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="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Havent read the case study and im here blogging!&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="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I wana ciao d. Will write more and will upload pictures. =)&lt;/span&gt;&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/6084311952836976382-2968689385391693158?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2968689385391693158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2968689385391693158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2968689385391693158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2968689385391693158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-day_6846.html' title='My day???'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-8499025057219178866</id><published>2010-06-07T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:13:10.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy'ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); "&gt;I've been so lazy to blog, do revision and assignmentssSsS.. Wake up Fion! You couldnt remain like this anymore! Sigh! How I wish I could have the remote to fasten my time to July. At least I wont have to see, think OR face what I have to face now. All the blah blah blah.. just forget bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;I got one good news here. Ive passed my Interview as the Pembanci's supervisor! Yeah hoo!!! Awh... My nightmare is going to begin soon. Real damn soon.. I'll have to handle 7 Pembanci'ssss under me &amp;amp; each of pembanci have to complete 300 houses. So 7 x 300 = 2100 houses need to be completed in the duration time given. Hopefully, those people can be kind enough to open their door for us. Pls pls pls...Im praying hard now as not to get a lot of trouble for that job. fuu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Im now charging my OLD camera and I'll b bringing my camera whenever I go to snap some photos AS it's been ages since I took photos.. When I get to take photo, I'll upload here. Yes, here. In my blogspot. =) my blogspot has been so dull.. zzzzzzzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;As for now, Im just so desperate for food and SLeep!! I like sleep mode. I wonder if its call stress.. Hmm.. NO idea. Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Let's move on..I'm craving for a Genting Highland Trip! yea! But But! I do not want to play outdoor games. Its juz too extreme for me, this old hearted Lady. I likey indoor game. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Faster July...July... *slap* wake up. hmm... Ok. Ima stop here. Ive chill enough already. I guess it's time back to my assignment d.. Hate that so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6084311952836976382-8499025057219178866?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8499025057219178866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=8499025057219178866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8499025057219178866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8499025057219178866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazyness.html' title='Lazy&apos;ness'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-1089845631435779818</id><published>2010-04-02T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:07:32.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A come back in 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/S7XonAVt4KI/AAAAAAAAACA/00y7M79xEp4/s1600/DSC04699x1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455522280432853154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/S7XonAVt4KI/AAAAAAAAACA/00y7M79xEp4/s320/DSC04699x1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me. My hair is short like a mushroom head d.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;halo~ Whoa! its already been 1 year ++ since I wrote this blog! Gosh! I'd forgotten the link of this blog. So I just leave it. Somehow, I found it today!!! Yea, Today! Today is the day my story or storiessss to continue what I'd missed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This year is a tough year for me. Really a tough one. LIke one has spoken " Life's biggest rewards come from the biggest challenges ". I totally agreed with it, Dont you? Its worth it after all when I really did my best and do my part. No regret. Fuu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh ya!! I got a daughter named " Stephy"! Its a girl ( doggie ) 1 yr ++ . Happy to have her by my side. I love her loads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess that's all right now. I shall get some idea what to write for the next coming blog aight. Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; - Peace&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&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/6084311952836976382-1089845631435779818?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1089845631435779818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=1089845631435779818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1089845631435779818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/1089845631435779818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-back-in-2010.html' title='A come back in 2010'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/S7XonAVt4KI/AAAAAAAAACA/00y7M79xEp4/s72-c/DSC04699x1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-5910730928922464977</id><published>2008-11-01T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:07:45.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello there! How's Your day?? Hmm.. Sorry for the late blog posting. Truely apologise bout that. I never knew that I had to work today. Aight, without wasting your time and my time, Let me continue my true story part three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;On the same night of the True story Part three, after we went to the toilet and shared our " experienced ", we then sat down and continued our work. My colleagues are getting tired and sleepy. I was sittting at the non air-cond area which was considered as the outside of the office where there were five people include me as well. We were doing our job while having some chat. I was getting sleepier that moment, suddenly! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A black shadow flew like a flash! &lt;/span&gt;Gosh! He or she, I don't know as I cant see that clear. Well, perhaps it was just my illusion as what I thought that time.So, what I did was, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;IGNORED&lt;/span&gt;. After half an hour, my friend H came out and talked with me. She was standing and I was sitting while we had our chat. The black Shadow flew faster than what I've thought of. I never seen such thing that could flew so fast! " It " 's position getting nearer when it flew. The &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;shadow was huge &lt;/span&gt;and much clearer than before. I straight away, stood up and told my boss. hahaha..guess what. Goosebump! that's what he felt and his tear almost roll down..lolx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Later on, My bf sat on the same chair as mine and before I could tell him what I saw and where I saw that black shadow, he was lil bit shocked. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He saw that black shadow!&lt;/span&gt; He could see much more clearer than I do!! He told me what he saw and only that time I could tell him my story.. He told me how was that &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" Black Shadow"&lt;/span&gt; looks like. It was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BALD!&lt;/span&gt; This mean, it is a He! His face was round and he was at outside our office, flying to the left and right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, the next morning, My boss tried to check out with some cleaners and guards. Then he get some info from them. Due to the info that he get, guards are often the One that will see that "thing" the most. It is said that, that blackie every night will flew like a flash and it will then flew into Our Office! This has proven that, the blackie was trying to enter our office but it couldn't enter as what our chinese said, If there are many people in the particular area, spirit can't get into our human space that easily as yang is more than ying...So, spirit has got three soul but human got 7.. Therefore, they are afraid of us than we afraid of them. Make sure you all don't have those spirit illusion or imagination in your mind as what I've heard from some sifu, It will become REal and haunt you.. Pray more and you'll get bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hmm.. How was the story? Hmmm...I don't know if I should continue to write ghost story&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;...If you all want more ghost story, just leave an answer on my comment.. I will write everything based on my experience&lt;/span&gt;..Not fake.. It will be true.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's late ady..I guess i gotta get my lovely sleep now...*Yawn~* Tomorrow gotta work again..7 days working this week..Fuu...Tired~ Aight! Take care everyone...Good night! Muakx!!! sweet dreams ( to those who read the blog at night) Good morning! have a nice day! ( to those who read the blog during morning and afternoon) &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/6084311952836976382-5910730928922464977?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5910730928922464977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=5910730928922464977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5910730928922464977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/5910730928922464977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-story-part-three.html' title='True Story Part Three'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-2940773185615909702</id><published>2008-10-27T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:20:04.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hie!! How was the part one true story?? Hmm..dont believe? not interesting? hmm..apologies bout tat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, tonight I'm gonna continue my part two true story. It happened at the same place.. Hah? Sienz ? Wait. Let me finish my story only you decide whether it's bored or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Our work have to finish before the due date and that's the reason we have to stay overnight at the workplace. Aikz! It was so tiring.. and my energy gettin lower and lower.. Sitting in the office "fishing" while carving white foam.. I need to pee! Again?!! Yea.. I went to the toilet with my collegues and I was the first to open the door. Suddenly! I saw Her fAce!!!! Once I opened the toilet door, she just stood right infront of the Door!!! Gosh! She was all In black. She's what I called " Women in Black". As I said from the previous story, Her hair is Super Long! " Fion!! " a call from my friend, and i woke up from the illusion. It isn't real..Just my thought where it came accross my mind out of a sudden..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hmm...ok! Serious! Hey hey! Dont stop reading. Allow me to finish up my story..This time is real and not any illusion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;For the same reason, I need to Pee!! Gosh! But, this time not both of us went to toilet. All of my colleagues went to the toilet together. Guys definitely went to the male toilet and for us, girl went to the girl toilet. There were 5 girls went to toilet together.. I was the last one who entered the toilet..My colleagu who name as H, which was the girl who went to the toilet with me together in the previous story. She was the first to open the door. Each of us went to the toilet normallly. When i was Peeing..yea. pee~ i felt very uncomfortable during that moment as if i can feel She was there.. Maybe I was just thinking too much.. Then, as usual, I was the last to close door. I saw her standing in the toilet...I saw her half of her body only..I did not say anything and we went back to the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My boss, saw my colleague, H looked pale. He then asked her what happen to her. She said once she opened the toilet door, a black shadow stood infront of the door. She just saw her body and she described to us that she was a woman..She did not say anything to us during that time, but she acted weirdly once she opened the door which she face the other side and giving a signal to ask my colleagues to go into the toilet. I was late for 1 mins reached toilet. So I did not see her acting weirdly.. Hmm..It means that something accross my mind just now was true! It just I was not the first who opened the door! The "woman" stood position was at the same place where I Thought of earlier! Was it what we called as six sense?? hmm..doubting..If I was to open the door, I guess, im gona faint down as I can see her face.. H was so so scared..I understand how she felt..Too bad for her to have opened the door first.. She had replaced my Bad luck..*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Human and ghost are living in the different world.. We scared because we do not know how they really looks like and sometimes we were influenced by those horror movie and gave "them" as scary spirits.. They can stay at our planet as before they died, there were once be human like us now..We can only go to their world when we die. Sometimes, human can be more scary than "they" are. Human betray people for their living, killing, and etc. I sometimes wonder, how is "their" history before before the end their life..Somehow, my beloved dad had left us too. He is now like "them"..Intangible.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I just wish to tell "him" that &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;" daddy, I really MIss you alot"........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Alright..There are still part 3 true story... I guess, I'll not be able to update my part 3 true story this few days but this saturday (1.11.08) will post my part 3 true story aight. Thanx to those who read my blog..Thank you! Hugz... ^^&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/6084311952836976382-2940773185615909702?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2940773185615909702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=2940773185615909702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2940773185615909702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/2940773185615909702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-story-part-two.html' title='True Story Part Two'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-8374824983483257445</id><published>2008-10-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:14:50.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Elo! I'm back again after I've been missing for awhile...hmm..i am sick now when im writting this blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, I wanted to share a true story to you all.. Ready to read what Im going to write?? Ok. let's get started..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Last week, I was working overnight at some where..( sorry i cant mention my workplace and for those who know then shh..) it was at about 11smtg almost 12am, suddenly I need to Pee!! Gosh! I need someone to accompany me certainly! A colleague of mine which is definitely a girl, went to toilet with me..I was so glad that time as my friend accompanied me. Thanx to her alot. Then we went to toilet together. We did not chit chat while we're going to the toilet..Silently, each door opened by her and the last door that was opened by her was the toilet that she is going to pee Lar! hahahha..okok..Let's continue...Gosh! The second door that she opened, a shadow of bleach color flew very fast to the guy's toilet..I was shocked at that moment! While walking to the girl's toilet, i kept looking back to ensure of what i saw is true. Unfortunately i saw nothing after that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After she opened the door of the toilet, then of course, she began to Pee..Suddenly!!! Wind blew over her head! That was just an illusion or real? It was late at that time and the toilet is surrounded by four walls completely as You won't be able to peep on others toilet like what u saw in Tv.. We can't even peep at others legs or what.. Then there are no fan at all in the toilet or windows. Then how come there was wind blew over her head! What the hell! Next, human natural reaction is..., look up at the ceillling to check out.. Guess what she saw?? She saw a black shadow flew over her head and it was like a flash! Aikz. She thought it was just her problem of thinking too much. Then she just ignored. We washed our hands and we went out from the toilet. I was the last one and I am the one who have to close the door. When i was closing the door, a very &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tall black shadow&lt;/span&gt; was standing near the sink! It was a HER! Her hair was ver long and without legs..I cant see her face..So, without saying anything, we quietly went back to the office. The first question that I asked her was, " Did you see something?"..She replied " yes." We shared our story to our colleagues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;There was a story that said by some of the ex- colleagues and guards. The toilet is always &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;occupied by a woman&lt;/span&gt; as that was what I saw.. They often saw it during Night! So dont go to toilet ALONE...Believe it? Illusion or it's not..Up to you..I can see those thingy often but not 24 hrs...That's what we called, ' Ying yang eyes'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;True ghost story will be coming up..To read more, Catch up my blog. Thank you for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&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/6084311952836976382-8374824983483257445?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8374824983483257445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=8374824983483257445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8374824983483257445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/8374824983483257445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-story.html' title='True Story'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-654015296667974036</id><published>2008-09-09T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:06:25.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The word called " Tired"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SMaQfaXz8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Btkni3HUx4Y/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244037685449061154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SMaQfaXz8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Btkni3HUx4Y/s320/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today i felt quite moody and i don't know why.. I can't think of anything right now.. My mind is blank! Totally Blank!! Hmm....I am really very sleepy right now.. I wish to get back to sleep but I know I can't..Argh!! What aM I talking about??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Alright! Shall I begin my topic??? &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt; is a word that some of us may heard before. Perhaps in a relationship or anything as it is a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;! that made us fed up!!! You may heard " I'm tired in our relationship."  "I'm tired being with you"  "I'm tired and I can't do anything"  " IM getting very tired...Just let me go." &amp;amp;&amp;amp; so on and so on.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Fed up when we heard of this right? haha... but then I used to say out that word before..lolx.. I feel that, that is the word I spoken out when I'm really tired in a relationship and fed up with everything..That's the time I wish to end my relationship when everything is the time to let go everything..The limit has gone over the boundaries Sacrifice is not always done by one party..The other party has to give in as well and not always take... Relationship is what we called Give and Take.. I could say, to love someone is not by having that person but to see them happy and give your bless to them is how you really love him/her. I know that sounds bullshit for someone But how if you got love and faith does not with you? It's really hard to be with someone that you love but you know both of you is impossible to be together. One word will does its job. "Cherish". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm not going to write a lot for today.. Hope you all will have a nice evening...&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/6084311952836976382-654015296667974036?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/654015296667974036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=654015296667974036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/654015296667974036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/654015296667974036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-called-tired.html' title='The word called &quot; Tired&quot;'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SMaQfaXz8yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Btkni3HUx4Y/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-170849841140791318</id><published>2008-09-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:31:18.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SMVRo4sEobI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zw4ryD_NsJE/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243687103996666290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SMVRo4sEobI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zw4ryD_NsJE/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SMVJAk4QO-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/a-oe_Cs1wQ0/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Haiz~ ( sigh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Today is the rainy day and I dislike rainy day. It can be said as I hate it! Why?? Because it can makes my day DULL! and moody or in another words of Lazy.. lolx. I prefer sunshine as I believe sunshine always shine through my days and it makes me more merrier with the "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOTNESS"..&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.. Don't think narrow! There is a song that I like to sing whenever it rains.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;" Rain rain Go Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Come Again On Another Day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rain rain Go Away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Little fion want sunshine "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yeah! That's my song. haha.. I know it seems childish but at least there is a hope when I sing in order to touch the God to stop the rain.. Muahaha. *think too much* .. Alright. Let me end the topic of rain rain rai ra r......bla bla.. Let me begin the new topic aight. This evening, i sat on my bed, looking outta the window... I saw the other block which is just opposite my flat. I saw people were busy doing their own stuff such as washing plates, hanging clothes, watching tv and etc.. Everyone got their own life and it lets me thinks of, sometimes, human does not realize of the feeling of what they had lost and whom they lost. I know, life goes on.. Maybe they'll just reminiscing of someone they once lost or things that they had lost when only there are some incident happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm sure&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; NOWADAYS&lt;/span&gt;, people will no longer care bout their neighbours and there is not even a "hi" from them. From what I've observed, they'll just stared at you from your head to your toe... no smile on their face.. * just imagine * whoa! horrified.. just like zombie! lolx..*ahem* back to the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, compared to last time, that is much much more different.&lt;br /&gt;I know people are getting more selfish each passing day. Thus, that is one of the reason, why people doesn't want to lend a hand when their friends or whoever that needed a help. When a person needed a help and there are no one that are willingly to help, it makes us pissed off. At that time, we'll realize of what is friends about and who is the true buddies, friends, or sister. Besides that, people are getting realistic as well... What makes them realistic?? It's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEVIL&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; also &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ANGEL&lt;/span&gt; which is MONEY!!! $$$$$ " SHOW ME THE MONEY!! BA BA BA ~" *singing* Money is the devil that makes us suffer! Make us change! Make us Realistic! Make us go wrong path! and Many more..... Haiz *sigh* ...&lt;br /&gt;That is what people live their life now... Poor lil life... There is always a second option which is to sacrifice when we want something. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Poor is not a reason. Being poor must also have dignity. It is a high level to become poor"..&lt;/span&gt; I heard this sentence from Stephen Chow, a movie of CJ7. It's meaningful and I can still remember until now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to all my dear friends, Life is supposed to be hard..It wouldn't be worth it if it weren't. Live our life to the fullest..&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop my both hands from typing..It's late..I shall get to sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.. Sweetest dreamz for all of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; (^,^)&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/6084311952836976382-170849841140791318?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/170849841140791318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=170849841140791318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/170849841140791318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/170849841140791318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-day.html' title='A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SMVRo4sEobI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zw4ryD_NsJE/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6084311952836976382.post-488518137355067981</id><published>2008-09-07T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:09:43.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Hie everyone! This is my first time writting blog...Hope my blog wont bored u guyz...I do really hope you all will enjoy the blog and if don't please give me some comment so that I could improve my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"The power to love in life"&lt;/span&gt; is the tittle that I've choosen from the several names that i written in my book.. I choosed this tittle with the feeling of emotional. I sat down and I've think a lot. I realize that, there are some people out there that dare not to love or don't know what is love. What is love? and what is the power to love in life? To me, Love is a really special and wonderful thing that could give us the undescribeable feeling..somehow, it is sweet or sad... To know how to love is considered as the courage to love and thus, by having the courage to love, regret will never appear in our dictionary.. Love all the people around us..Appreciate them.. Love them while we can is what our life is meant to be..Somehow, some of them just turn love into hate. Well, that is the most tiring process and it could make our life miserable.. The power to love in life is what god gives to us.. To let us feel the power we got when we are loved by people or we love people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;So, feel the love around us.. Use the chance to love as the way to show our affection to the people around us and to whom we love the most.. As what I know, love won't get old like beauty but love is a kind of beauty that will never end until the day we stop our breathe.. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6084311952836976382-488518137355067981?l=fionlmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/feeds/488518137355067981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6084311952836976382&amp;postID=488518137355067981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/488518137355067981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6084311952836976382/posts/default/488518137355067981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionlmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Fion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06484094234095576536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v-Bsk_nIv-k/SRW3d-PqDDI/AAAAAAAAABI/7Np4U-ZQNpA/S220/IMG_3706.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
