<?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-2695785777644214241</id><updated>2011-10-06T22:32:10.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An escape to happiness :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-459124491993838384</id><published>2011-09-01T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:16:41.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my mum's 53rd birthday! We went to Secret of Louisiana, PJ for dinner by the lake. We ordered main dish for one each and shared together. The food was pretty good, what I like best is the lamb. It has something sweet in it, served with potatoes, carrots and salad. Then we had one of RT Pastry's cake (since all of us didn't really like Secret Recipe's cake.) as a birthday cake. Uhmmm thought of watching horror movie after then but brothers and dad are not interested. The n mum felt sleepy, so ... movie cancelled. Time to go back to work instead :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 days left. I can't imagine living without my family and Lester boy. I hope he can see me through webcam. I've taught him many times to look at computer screen but he didn't even bother to look at it! Argh :( I'm so not ready for living outside. Time flies so fast, what can I do :( &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/2695785777644214241-459124491993838384?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/459124491993838384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/459124491993838384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/09/yesterday-was-my-mums-53rd-birthday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-9118937038793792902</id><published>2011-07-08T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:43:05.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I'm so emotional. I need to chill out with my friends more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've been working harder by 20% than usual lately. I hope the motivation is still with me to carry on to UK and I have to work even harder to fulfill my dreams. But everything must has balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh. I want to chill somewhere nice &amp;amp; fun with family or friends. I really want to go out. &amp;amp; now, why are my lips hurting so much for the whole day! I drank a lot of water but its still dry. Ajajajjaa. Need to wet my lips before i can even smile. :( cih.&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/2695785777644214241-9118937038793792902?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/9118937038793792902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/9118937038793792902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/07/lately-im-so-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1737967941354532686</id><published>2011-07-08T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:34:17.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not tall, I'm not pretty. I'm boring. All I wish is my dreams to come true. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I wish I can sing .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1737967941354532686?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1737967941354532686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1737967941354532686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-not-tall-im-not-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-3762426086909770586</id><published>2011-06-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:34:42.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhmm ...... ;'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-3762426086909770586?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3762426086909770586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3762426086909770586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/06/uhmm.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4562583690950045463</id><published>2011-06-13T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T02:51:46.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>him again.</title><content type='html'>Just few days ago I dreamt of him where the part I recalled myself looking at him somewhere in ... Indian town? Then I dreamt him again last night, Idk why is he the main character of the dream or I made him be but whenever he's in my dreams, there's always a feeling sometimes happy or sad. Last night was sad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw him with his blonde hair and I think I said "Nice hair." Then I said "It looks like one of the members' in Big Bang." I couldn't recall what he replied to me, or he did not. Other than this, I couldn't rmb anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just this afternoon when I was about to clean the floor because of my clever Lester peed in the family hall, I randomly took out some newspapers and oh I saw Big Bang on that very first page. And this made me recall the above events in my last night's dream. What a coincidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I still have no idea why I kept dreaming of him and there's always a feeling somehow translated to me when I woke up. Maybe it happens to everyone but most of my friends dont rmb their dreams. Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-4562583690950045463?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4562583690950045463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4562583690950045463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/06/him-again.html' title='him again.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5494782957233118041</id><published>2011-06-07T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T03:12:28.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to cry on bed like the old days but I can't. Assignments can be held on but works cant be delayed any longer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally losing hope, it just hurts, really. Respecting every decisions he made but not this one, the same old thing again. My little 'best' friend, betrayal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it didn't hurt as much as last time to be exact, maybe because i'm half hearted in the relationship. But i still hate the feeling of betrayed though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind, I think im gonna be alright! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerrsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-5494782957233118041?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5494782957233118041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5494782957233118041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/06/wanted-to-cry-on-bed-like-old-days-but.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8112459883086680340</id><published>2011-05-16T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:23:09.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly many friends gave me support to continue working on the scene, thank you so much, am really touched. Most people asked if i am alright, well, im physically alright mentally no :( i was super down, emo, upset, heartbroken, disappointed, felt useless, moody etc. Anyway thanks to my couzy also, whom I have not spoken to for ages, really miss him :{ ever since he's in a relationship, he's been busy all time. What a lucky gf .__.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, i've finished certain part all over again as soon as i get home from work. But I'm very tired oh .___. I wanna sleep. Can you imagine doing two jobs at same time? One for the day one for the night. Thank God day works aint that much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day today was brightened up as my lady boss told me that the client complimented on my work for doing a great job on space planning. Yeah i took 3 days just to adjust spacing for only one floor. But im glad though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for tmro, im taking Lester home in the morning! Can't wait to see my baby boy! Wonder how is he doing there? I hope he is doing alright. I hope he didnt think that we abandoned him there. Noway, i wouldnt do that, ever! Really hope to see him soon. &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;ARHHH. CAN'T WAIT TO HUG MY LESTER :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8112459883086680340?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8112459883086680340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8112459883086680340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/surprisingly-many-friends-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1319614530276729886</id><published>2011-05-16T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:39:22.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I do just to get a freaking good pc? I CANNOT AFFORD GOOD PC. I'm so gonna use my freaking RM3,000 that I won from the previous competition + an amount of dad's money to get one DAMN GOOD PC. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPEECHLESS. NO MOOD. 100MB FILE IS GONE. GONEEEEE. THE FREAKING FILE HAS ALREADY CORRUPTED BEFORE I SWITCH TO HIGH QUALITY RENDERING. WTHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F***ING LOUSY PC. GO DIE !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*CRY*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1319614530276729886?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1319614530276729886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1319614530276729886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-can-i-do-just-to-get-freaking-good.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7558717947829249922</id><published>2011-05-16T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:34:08.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK.</title><content type='html'>Im so gonna swear, on this fucking pc! WTF !! After all the hard work, THE WHOLE FUCKING FILE GONE! Seriously what is wrong with this pc? Keep hang even tho it's still new?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due date is tomorrow and i got no file now. ZERO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKMYLIFE. FUCK !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIEMANDIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7558717947829249922?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7558717947829249922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7558717947829249922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuck.html' title='FUCK.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-415760814201667363</id><published>2011-05-14T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:07:42.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you always</title><content type='html'>I miss Lester already .. faster come back :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how are you doing there? Pls don't go away. I'll be visiting you first thing in the morning tomorrow. Wait for me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so scared to go to the clinic tmro. I'm so scared ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-415760814201667363?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/415760814201667363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/415760814201667363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-you-always.html' title='Love you always'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5206425757934462083</id><published>2011-05-14T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:03:08.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes really disappointed but anyway cheeerrrrrr! I should not be bothered by it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really want to watch some movies but works are not done yet. After finishing them then im freeeeeeeee. Oh wait, this sounds like it happened before. &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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-5206425757934462083?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5206425757934462083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5206425757934462083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-really-disappointed-but.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1383437392381132354</id><published>2011-05-07T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:07:54.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another direction</title><content type='html'>Angry! Why can't she just stayyyyy OUTTT of my life?! Please go away, I hate you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HATE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, lets not to think bout it already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know, last night was one of my happiest moment? :D&lt;br /&gt;Because I watched Thor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that I have long time never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;Or a feeling that I have always wanted to feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a feeling that I think I had dreamt it once before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confusion, yes. When the moment the guy said, I felt it right away. And then it is gone again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was speechless after the whole movie, trying to track back where and when have I felt that way but in the end I fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A feeling that I don't know how to describe, love? Believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pretty much inspires me. I want to feel that way again. Can I? :) I think it only happens when the time is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anddddd, I set back my dream to the old one, which I used to dream when I was young. It doesn't matter if i'm gonna make it happen or not, because it's huge, most importantly is the process of learning. I can only live once, why should restrict myself from dreaming big? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I'm not gonna be an interior designer nor interior decorator nor a visualizer! These are just part of the process of realizing my dreams. I would really love to make all of it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1383437392381132354?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1383437392381132354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1383437392381132354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-direction.html' title='another direction'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-3698004309400017673</id><published>2011-05-02T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:20:46.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradict.</title><content type='html'>Seriously after what I have seen/found out today, I'm so giving up hopes on guys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first instinct was right. I shouldn't have gotten myself influenced. It is so unpleasant to see. It just gets on my nerves. I have lost count on the amount of times I got 'tricked'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys are guys, all the same. Not even a different one I can see. And for this, I thank him that that will be the ever last relationship I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's enough. It just makes me really hate these kind of guys even deeper. Like one always says, "there'll be the 'right' one for you" wtf is that? You don't even know if he is the 'one' or not in the beginning. And in the end u get hurt multiple of times for being stupid and naive to trust his words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys words are always very contradict to what they say. It is not that I did it on purpose to be anti social or guy-hater. Some guys are really annoying. At one moment he says A the next moment he says B. Wthell. I just can't stand anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-3698004309400017673?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3698004309400017673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3698004309400017673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/contradict.html' title='Contradict.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7388782551892364145</id><published>2011-05-02T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:38:32.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory.</title><content type='html'>This week's plan: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porridge and fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least 6 hours of sleep a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water. More water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up at 5/6am (I must do this! :D I can do this! :D I believe I can! Right ... hehee)&lt;br /&gt;Books/Arch, ID Mags and news. (FYI, to improve my English)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study. What about? Technicals-bout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And .. if I have time to slot in or perhaps after my intern, I wanna learn more on 3D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also .. after my intern, Im planning to go construction sites to learn how things are made. You couldnt learn much just from books and theories right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also material-window shopping! on the weekends, if that's possible. You need to feel the texture, learn the applications, etc or not how would you propose material applications to your clients? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna be well prepared first before leaving to UK. So life perhaps will be much easier there? I must not be shy anymore. I would do anything just to get myself be well prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hwaiting! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: I love the movie, Morning Glory! The character that Rachel McAdams played just inspires me so much. Love her X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7388782551892364145?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7388782551892364145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7388782551892364145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/05/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4106896098041179113</id><published>2011-04-30T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T21:37:27.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty 'freeeee'. Phark right.</title><content type='html'>I wonder when my hectic life will slowly goes off. Each time when I was working by myself in the middle of night, I kept saying after finishing this one, then I can get to rest. But no, each time I did a submission, more works are coming in. And it keeps goin and goin non stop. I wonder when will I get a break? Even weekends I cannot get to rest. I miss my old life! When i get to go out with frens for movies on weekend. Now, nomore! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things are in my list now. I dont know if should I be panic or stay calm. Every night after work, I have to bring home back the works. Every night I have to do till in the morning. But friends dont know this. They think 3D visualizations are easy. They are easy for me, but time consuming. Many edits to do and test lighting and mapping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time it renders, it takes 30mins to an hour. Depending how heavy the scene is. Then within the time I'm free, i'll sleep. After an hour i have to wake up to check the render if its done. Then i can continue back on work and render again. and then back to sleep again, at night till in the morning. It's exhausting. Feel like dying. My skin became horrible. I dont know how to face people already. It's embarrassing. If it's 20 pics - 25 pics in total I have to render, one pic average takes 30mins. that will be 10 hours. Im working 24hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFELESS. I hate my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2695785777644214241-4106896098041179113?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4106896098041179113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4106896098041179113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-pretty-freeeee-phark-right.html' title='I&apos;m pretty &apos;freeeee&apos;. Phark right.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8624175746417452665</id><published>2011-04-24T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:58:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fed up. No matter how many times i edit and render thousand of times, it is still the same. WHY!? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8624175746417452665?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8624175746417452665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8624175746417452665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/fed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7046400087178427726</id><published>2011-04-23T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:55:40.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>Thinking ,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7046400087178427726?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7046400087178427726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7046400087178427726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1201489016391600395</id><published>2011-04-17T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:47:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalas</title><content type='html'>Ish. Sometimes I really don't wanna care. Leading myself into it just makes me unhappy. Why do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it, leave it, don't wanna care le, bye.&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;&amp;gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1201489016391600395?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1201489016391600395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1201489016391600395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/jalas.html' title='Jalas'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4351889245350012386</id><published>2011-04-14T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:55:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow everything turns down in the middle of night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to reconnect all of us, best friends. I thought everything will be okay and everyone's gonna be happy together. I know it's a trouble but doesn't the trouble that might cause worth the fun being together? Like the old times? I don't mind driving each of us to anywhere as long as we're together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because of the limited time I have for them? I kept wondering what keeps us getting apart. These few days might be the only time I'm free for all of my friends. Gonna be really busy again next week onwards for the internship. Im afraid the longer I delay, the distant we're getting apart from one another. I don't know what to do. I don't have the time. Even after working 10-12 hours in the office, i still gotta bring back home the works. It's so stressful and lifeless! The job is easy but it always takes a lot of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, there's also something bothers me. I don't know what to do either! Im so useless... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really afraid of the future. I don't know what's gonna happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emo ................&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-4351889245350012386?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4351889245350012386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4351889245350012386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/somehow-everything-turns-down-in-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8862136151762553297</id><published>2011-04-13T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:52:10.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew</title><content type='html'>Can't wait to do stuffs I wanna do! :D Will not tell what they are here, because they're all cheeeee-sy! eek. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of Sept, the month that I'll be leaving to UK, i have not gotten the confirmation letter yet. But dad wanna send me to oversea for further studies. I don't want! I'll be home sick definitely. How to live w/o my family? Why can't I just study in M'sia? What about my baby, Lester? I wonder if he can see me thru webcam. Ahh~! Gotta spend more time with him now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't wait for everything ^.^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8862136151762553297?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8862136151762553297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8862136151762553297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/renew.html' title='Renew'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1432994386966037366</id><published>2011-04-08T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:49:46.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend turns out to be a backstabber!</title><content type='html'>Hate her! Hate her! Hate herrr!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is she like this! I hate backstabbers! Backstab everyone non-stop! When would you stop! Stupid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't rmb when I ffk you, you scolded me FXXX in FB! I hate you! Call own 'best friend' FXXX? Wth! Somemore write in Chinese! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is everyone listening to her stories! She's damn good at brainwashing ah! I dont know what other stories she told to people! I will never ever ever ever ever get near to her! Hate her! When I see you will never be the same! Go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very angry ah! :(!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: It's okay! Thinking on the bright side, I got closer to two friends. Happy :) they're honest and funny and we don't backstab! Heh =PPP Would love to hang out with them more. Thought of goin to Genting with them. Hehe, that'll be so fun! Excited!! Can't wait for June! =D&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/2695785777644214241-1432994386966037366?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1432994386966037366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1432994386966037366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-best-friend-turns-out-to-be.html' title='My best friend turns out to be a backstabber!'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4340137722669471470</id><published>2011-04-07T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:23:51.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>What's the point to live?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I;m just a trouble to my parents and everyone.&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/2695785777644214241-4340137722669471470?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4340137722669471470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4340137722669471470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-point-to-live-im-just-trouble-to.html' title='pain'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7353634070196899161</id><published>2011-04-07T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:21:37.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unforgivable</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to forgive and punish myself ..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a blade to cut my hand but I fail, Im a coward. Im afraid of the pain honestly. Im afraid to see blood. But what about the other guy? His back, elbow and knees are injured because of me. I didn't mean it. I feel horrible. I cannot accept the incident last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum &amp;amp; dad scolded of course, I don't mind. They kept repeating how stupid I am. I deserved to be scolded, I actually deserved more than just getting scold. But I wish they have given me a little comfort after all the scoldings. Im so useless. I want to disappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to die.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7353634070196899161?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7353634070196899161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7353634070196899161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-know-how-to-forgive-and-punish.html' title='unforgivable'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-2761767557828667563</id><published>2011-04-02T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:41:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why backstab?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There are two things I'm feeling now. Happy and sad. Im reaching at this point of my life where things have started to change and taking new turns but some are going back to the same old route. I wouldnt say it's a bad or good news, it's life.&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 became friends with one girl I know about 3 years ago and got closer to her as time passes by. We have a lot in commons and I was glad that she talks to me whenever she is upset or happy. I love making new friends. I trusted her so much and shared every details in my life where no one I can share with. I introduced her to my other best friends as well since we have a lot in commons and hoping she is happy to get to know more friends and be close with.&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;Yes indeed they all get along very well. And this is where I started to see her true colors. I was betrayed not once by her, but a number of times. My friendship with my other best friends are all ruined and it will never be the same. I was depressed but I pretended not knowing anything until now like as if we're very close. &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 don't know how to face the fact that she has betrayed me. I'm so disappointed in her! This is where I meant one of the things started to change. So called best friends are hating me because of her betrayal! &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;Well, I hope no one falls into traps like me. &amp;amp; i hope i will not meet people like her again. All I want is everyone to be happy and being nice and honest to each other. Why backstab?&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/2695785777644214241-2761767557828667563?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2761767557828667563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2761767557828667563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-backstab.html' title='Why backstab?'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6337566526363730316</id><published>2011-03-31T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:44:03.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today was actually a great day where I get to meet a lot of friendly and nice people. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My friend and I was a bit lost in Shah Alam and we did not know what to do. Without asking, people just came and helped us. It wasn't only one person, but more than that! :D&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;&lt;b&gt;The security guard who helped us and accompanied me when I was alone, the lady at the reception put the phone on hold just to helped us and with all the patience, she talked to us really nicely. (I was very blur at the moment and asked alot of questions, annoying.) The lady who helped us with the envelope thingy, she is soooo friendly. The guy who helped us to take us to ground floor (the lift needs pass, and we dont know how to use it) &lt;/b&gt;&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 just like &lt;b&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/b&gt;. They inspired me. I love them and appreciate them much who took their time helping us out. &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;So now i've just reached home. Im really lack of time. Sleeping 3 hours a day is really exhausting. I couldnt take it anymore but I have to move on. I wish God is telling me everything's gonna be alright, fine and I can do this! I burst crying immediately after I got home. I was too afraid of everything. Im so tired... how to move on? &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;Luckily recently a guy accompanied me at late hours. He gave me the strength to continue working even tho I was really tired and exhausted and depressed. I wish it goes on everynight and honestly I felt really happy whenever he talks to me. Only one thing, I couldnt concentrate in my work. Oh well .___.&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;Dear God, please help me get through this and all the troubles Im facing now. Give me the strength and courage to do it. I dont want to disappoint my dad. I dont want my dad to spend so much on my education. Please please please, really, help me.&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/2695785777644214241-6337566526363730316?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6337566526363730316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6337566526363730316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/03/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4010631444488921945</id><published>2011-03-29T20:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:43:42.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Long time again no blog &amp;amp; so is my diary.&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;So many things happened lately. Good news, bad news, happy stuffs, sad stuffs.&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Good news, I've won the Sunway Lagoon Main Entrance Design. I got the second place! Unbelievable but I'm so happy because it was the first competition I entered during college years and the first one I won.&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUgLaRlTZho/TZHL0m65lNI/AAAAAAAAADM/S2WCSkll7Xo/s320/photo1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589472717204722898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The above pic was taken when a reporter from a Chinese newspaper took a photo of me after an interview. (I dont know which Chinese newspaper) :\ And from this competition I took home RM3000 :D and confidence! The money has given all to my dad, who works really hard for my family to live happily.&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;Bad news is this month and in April i gotta rush all of my works. Graduation campaign's exhibition design, meetings, exhibition's model, setting up the exhibition, internship, portfolio for further studies and competitions. &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;Just a couple of days ago, my friends and I entered a hoarding design competition. We couldnt decide the final design of it and had some arguments with one of the girls. I feel really bad, but honestly she didn't help out much. What she did was complaining. I got really frustrated and really I have my limits, I told her 'Fine, we'll just use ur idea and we don't have to argue much.' She got angry and stormed off. So we ended up with the idea and lost. The idea my friend and I had turned out to get the 2nd place in the competition by other colleges. Yet she still wasn't satisfied with the lost and suspected the judges was bribed. &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;The most embarrassing part was one of the participants from Taylor's asked us that are we in the first year. How embarrassing is that? IMO, i think we're the worst of all. At the end of the day, i told myself i will NEVER group with her for any projects or competitions. It sucks. However she's still my good friend. What we couldnt get along is the ideas. We're totally on the different page.&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;Alright moving on, life's getting hectic as usual. Couldnt keep in touch with any of my best friends. One of my 'best' friend somehow forgotten me when he got himself a gf. That's normal. But it's not normal to me when he said he likes you (sincerely, ya right) but turns out that he went for other girls. Talking bout guys, lately I met this guy and had fun talking to him. I dont know what are his motifs. But it seems like he's just trying to get near to me for my girlfriends. Why are all guys like that? &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;That is why I will not be in any relationship with any GUYS anymore. Girls i'm fine :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hope to find a girl who is innocent, pure, sweet, friendly, kind, down to earth and some commons with me. (Hardly know anyone like that :P) Anyway, it takes time. &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;Back to work. Hopefully (really, please) I get shortlisted for this competition im currently working on and the chance to win so that I can decrease my dad's burdens. *Prays to God from the bottom of 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;&amp;amp; all the best to ppl out 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;&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/2695785777644214241-4010631444488921945?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4010631444488921945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4010631444488921945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/03/honestly.html' title='Honestly'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUgLaRlTZho/TZHL0m65lNI/AAAAAAAAADM/S2WCSkll7Xo/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8774183065356235376</id><published>2011-01-08T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:07:14.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>Nobody to laugh with now ..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8774183065356235376?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8774183065356235376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8774183065356235376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/01/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1342192074619434301</id><published>2011-01-04T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:18:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.. I think.</title><content type='html'>He thinks that I continued my relationship with him is just to pay back whatever he has done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he asked for a break up. He wants to end everything between us. Didn't expect to see this coming. He said we've got nomore topics to chat, he couldn't feel the love from me and he thinks that I continued the relationship is just for a revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) We've got no topics to chat on because he doesn't want to listen to my stuffs and on the other side, he doesn't want to share his stuffs. So, duh we got no topics to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I've handmade some stuffs for him for Christmas but he said they were ugly and gave me back. Now he is telling me that I don't love him anymore ??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I didn't want to get into a fight. Most of the time he gets mad easily. So what i can think of is keep my mouth shut and there'll be no arguement. He always thinks that I'm crazy and only wants to pick a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this is a ticket for me to get out of this relationship which has been going on for 3 years +. And then I hope I can find a better guy, who loves me and cares for me while i'll do the same to him and definitely I have to improve my handmade stuffs. Or else the things I've spent doing them for days will be thrown back to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel really sad though ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1342192074619434301?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1342192074619434301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1342192074619434301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-i-think.html' title='Goodbye.. I think.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7378676323575635498</id><published>2010-11-24T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:48:36.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm feeling really sad ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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: small;"&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: small;"&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: small;"&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: small;"&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: small;"&gt;I just told WC to break up .. &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: small;"&gt;I can't stand it anymore with all the quarrels and he's too violent and rude ..&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: small;"&gt;It just makes me wondering if he's still loving me or what. &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: small;"&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: small;"&gt;It's like there's a hole in my heart now. Sounds stupid but it's true. All the 3 years memories now are meaningless. I feel really sad..&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/2695785777644214241-7378676323575635498?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7378676323575635498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7378676323575635498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-empty.html' title='It&apos;s empty.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5472807479579587666</id><published>2010-11-23T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:50:35.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want all troubles to go away ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I want is to be a happy, normal girl with normal life. How do you define normal? Being not happy is normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really wish I could let go of him.. but it's so hard to. He's being a jerk all time. Not even a single day I can feel happy. Crying every night and praying to God seems no use.. but i know God is with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So many things going on around my head. How I wish there's someone there for me and not this guy I know. Everyday being shouted by him really makes me cant stand of it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He makes me don't feel like living anymore. When can all this over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2695785777644214241-5472807479579587666?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5472807479579587666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5472807479579587666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-all-troubles-to-go-away.html' title='I want all troubles to go away ..'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8243164118765230154</id><published>2010-10-27T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:48:04.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was a happy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/TMg6vmT1WGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lG6OMbVESL0/s1600/59082_10150253187475317_520030316_14566176_3168060_n.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/_EEOnBULHW8E/TMg6vmT1WGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lG6OMbVESL0/s320/59082_10150253187475317_520030316_14566176_3168060_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532736731636652130" /&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;S5 - From left, SY, Val (Front), SJ (Back), LS, Me.&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss my friends.&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/2695785777644214241-8243164118765230154?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8243164118765230154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8243164118765230154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-was-happy-day.html' title='That was a happy day.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/TMg6vmT1WGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lG6OMbVESL0/s72-c/59082_10150253187475317_520030316_14566176_3168060_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-2854774137921228451</id><published>2010-10-27T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:41:58.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel like I'm getting worse ler. &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;Please don't read. Please don't read. Please don't read. Pleaaaaseeee don't read this post :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Anyone, blah)&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Lately met this guy, thought he's that kind of loner, cos I always see he's alone w/o friends until I get to know a lil bout him. And I was WRONG. He's NOT at all, he has fans, he has admirers, he's soooo active and outgoing. *Ohmygosh*&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;He talks to me like I'm close to him. He's just sooo nice and friendly. *Falling for him already, ftw*&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;**Ftw, ftw, ftw, I think I fall for all nice &amp;amp; friendly &amp;amp; don't-mind-about-your-appearance &amp;amp; gentleman &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; only-wanna-friend-with-lenglui GUYS !!**&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;Ahem. I really suck. But this isnt like the big crush I had for the previous guy. And the previous guy is now my best friend or.. a good friend! &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 feel like i'm a bitch. So easy to fall for guys. I feel so sad when I feel like this. I don't wanna be like that..&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Sad day..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-2854774137921228451?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2854774137921228451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2854774137921228451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-again.html' title='Not again.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5276942586692962895</id><published>2010-09-03T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:52:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserved?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is it wrong / annoying to ask someone the same question after a long period of time? eg. few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I deserved to be scolded with vulgarities for asking the same question ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I supposed not to ask the same question again ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I've forgotten, I'm really sorry, I have Short Term Memory (STM), I have told you so but .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It hurts me a lot when you found out that the person you love the most hates you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't understand, why are we still together? Why didn't you do the same to others but me? Why am I different? Do you actually love me? Why I can't share anything to you anymore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It hurts but I really love you a lot .. I think I have always done my best to make you happy and feel convenient .. and I have tried to help you out no matter what .. even though it clashes with my studying time or family time ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Honestly I don't know anymore, should I move on? Should I let go of you? Or should I just let it be? After a period of time of trying to save our relationship, I feel tired and it isn't working anymore .. All the while I thought it was my fault and I've been tolerating with your behaviour ever since you changed .. I don't know what to do .. I feel helpless, useless and stupid ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's so hard .. to let go everything ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why does it hurt so much .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know, thanks for everything you have given to me. I am blessed to have you around ..&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/2695785777644214241-5276942586692962895?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5276942586692962895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5276942586692962895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/09/deserved.html' title='Deserved?'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5288514770093003319</id><published>2010-08-19T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:55:09.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate guys who love to boast about themselves a lot. You know what, why do I even care ? Don't need to show off whatever you have and don't need to tell me that yours are better than mine. So kia su meh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I hate rude guys and only think for themselves. Intro girls intro girls, beh sien one meh ? Your life so despo for girls only ? Go get a life dude! No intro then marah marah. ftw. such a loser you are. no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have my things to do and I'm sometimes really busy with my assignments. Do you have to tease me for this? Too free? "Your whole life is only for assignments la" If not, for you? I doubt that you can even complete your own damn assignments by yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what if I on facebook? Even if i'm online, i could be away or doing my assignments. Do you have to see me everytime in fb and leave a msg "Active fb user"? Im starting to get annoyed when you come and tell me this every single day. I just finished doing something then when I go and have a look on my fb, I saw the msg you left me. How annoying even tho you are my best friend. Told you that i was away and you didn't believe and then you continued leaving that stupid msg there everyday. It's just so annoying !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do you have to call me "OIIII" and spam my msn when I'm really busy? So what if I don't reply you? If i reply you, you talk more. When I say I'm busy but u continue talking ur stories. That is why I hate to go online msn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate this kind of ppl. They are just so annoying. I can't stand them !! This is what I call annoying people !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S the above does not refer to only one person. it is more than one. argghhh !&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/2695785777644214241-5288514770093003319?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5288514770093003319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5288514770093003319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/losers.html' title='Losers.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4636894426782489290</id><published>2010-08-17T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:55:38.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Li Si and Valerie, I actually wanted to convince you girls that I'm okay when you asked me. But I think I fail &gt;_&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So.. really I'm fine now! I guess lately I was really emotional, maybe now also but cannot feel it XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uhmm what to say .. one thing for sure, I am fine! haha. Really thanks to you both who actually spent your time to read my blog and care for me. Really didn't expect someone would read it. I just wanna vent all my anger and unhappiness here. This is really like an emo blog. What you see here are just the bad times that I've gone through. Don't worry, there are good times! Just that I didn't put them up here. Hehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No worries okay :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love ya'll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO.&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/2695785777644214241-4636894426782489290?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4636894426782489290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4636894426782489290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-worry-d.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry :D'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-9135833333206472677</id><published>2010-08-17T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:36:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That night I dreamt of my best friend. Well, we used to be best friends but not anymore now. The dream was so real that I thought she and I got back together happily till I woke up and then only realised it was just a dream. I don't know how to describe in words how content I was in the dream and thought that everything was finally in place. But it was only just a dream.. it will not happen in reality. I don't think and never expect it to happen.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Because she is different now. What have I done to lose her? Why she doesn't even give a damn about me anymore? I used to be your very good friend since we were 9 and now you don't even care how am I doing now. Or is it that you have found other better friends? Even my other good friends whom I knew them not as long as you, they still care for me and keep in touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't get it. Even though if someone has better friends or spent more time with them, how can you just forget your old good friends? I feel like I have to keep a distant away from you because you don't even care about me. How can I just talk to you like we're still good friends? I feel like I dont know who you are anymore. You were my longest good friend that I ever know, we spent most of the time together when we were young, you backed up me when I was in trouble, I helped you out when you needed help, everything was just perfect until you changed when we graduated. Don't you know that I really took you like my own sister? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't want to criticized you, but really you're just really cold. Only wishes to friend with those you want them to be friend with and only talks to people just the sake of replying and dump and forget your old friends. How long have we known each other, like about 10 years? and that doesn't even matter to you?? What am I to you now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I really don't want to talk like this much and this will be the last one that I've written about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Goodbye.&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/2695785777644214241-9135833333206472677?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/9135833333206472677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/9135833333206472677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/sg.html' title='SG.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4646748161930552805</id><published>2010-08-11T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:09:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't know whats wrong with me. Whatever I do is just wrong. I feel stupid. I am stupid. Why am I so emotional? Whats wronggggggg !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I feel so useless ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Everything is so messed up ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dont know what to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hope everything will be fine ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Really ,, I feel like I'm gonna be crazy. Or im already crazy. Yeah i am already crazy!! How could I ever fall in love with a guy who is already in a relationship !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Why am I feeling this way towards him !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I HATE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm so so not happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Someone help me please ....................&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/2695785777644214241-4646748161930552805?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4646748161930552805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4646748161930552805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/messed-up-everything.html' title='Messed up everything.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-3688580729235111371</id><published>2010-08-09T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:00:39.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSS ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You know what, I'll just move on with my life. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Stupid PY :( I hate myself now a lot for falling for someone else. :(&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/2695785777644214241-3688580729235111371?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3688580729235111371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3688580729235111371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/yesss.html' title='YESSS ...'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5558874258495117546</id><published>2010-08-09T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:39:10.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes I'm an idiot and feeling like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully nobody will be reading this. I just wanna let it out some privacy stuff here D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. WHY i'm like a biatch falling for a guy who is already attached. The feeling in me just goes like wanting to see him or talk to him or anything. As i just woke up this morning, an image of him straight goes to my mind, so I quickly get up and on Facebook :D. But nothing .. Nevermind :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so stupid to feel this way. I don't want to forget him either. Afraid that I will not see him anymore because he lives really far away. and this is just a crush! Probably we will only meet once in a life time and being together in a group for once in a life time too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My fingers go really cold when I talk to him and heart beats really fast. Wanted to see him in eyes but afraid as I talk to group members. Like making eye contacts to all group members but him, i fail. I don't even dare to call out his name. I also dont know why. Just shy perhaps. So I just called him "XXXX..." as though im whispering then i continued in a normal tone "Hey..". I really wanted to talk to him during the speech because it's boring but seeing him always texting someone else on the phone, just discouraged me to do so. And then finally I saw his handphone wallpaper has a picture of a girl and that immediately breaks everything; the feeling towards him. After the camp is over n because there're so many people in the hall, he waved at me and mouth the words "byebye" and smiled, so I did but quite a distant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I really wanted to say goodbye to him face-to-face and probably a lil chat more but fail. SADD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo-doo-doo, i'm so stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid. NEVER expect anything would happen. And Im also not sure why i like this guy? It's the first time I like a guy when I'm already in a relationship. I dont want to let him or any other ppl too knowing that im already with someone else. Because, it's a bad relationship and I wanna be with someone else who treats me better than the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure that I really like his hairstyle a LOT :D. So, am i in love with his hairstyle or him? Hahahah. Come on, this is really stupid PeiYing. I dont even want to know why I have a crush on him and I dont want to care about this anymore ! The more I think what and why, the deeper the crush I have for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget everything. Erase, erase, erase except him as a good and cool new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if anyone's reading this now, this whole post might just change your perception towards me and thinking i'm a freak and biatch. Sorry. I just wanna express it here. There's nowhere else. And yeah, i don't even dare to tell my best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Time to continue on my case studies! :(&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/2695785777644214241-5558874258495117546?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5558874258495117546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5558874258495117546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/idiot.html' title='Idiot.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7412559040357070160</id><published>2010-08-08T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:31:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Boot Camp '10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Woke up at 6am today for boot camp '10. Met a lot nice people, nice speaker, nice games, nice place, not bad food, not bad speech, not bad guys, well everything is just not bad, just a so-so. However at the end of the day I learnt something, make new friends, had fun with them and had a crush on a guy... O___O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just kidding! Really.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No, wait .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hmmmmm .. maybe a lil ..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ahhh ! Ain't that pathetic ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He's taken. Im obviously not his type. He's obviously not my type. Well, just somehow yknow, when you meet a really nice guy like you cant find a guy like him anywhere else and you'll probably have a lil crush on him. No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, I'm that kind of girl. Easily fall for someone that I don't really know and very naive. His girl must be very lucky. Better appreciate himmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bout WC and me, relationship is obviously getting worse and worse each day. Probably we're both tired, exhausted, i dont know. I have nothing to talk to him. He has nothing to talk to me. So we didn't really talk much for the past few weeks up to this day. and why is that ..? First, he doesn't like listening to me for what I say. He's not interested. For instance, today we talked something like this ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me say "You know I met a lot people from other colleges too. And most of them are not local, so happy to meet them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He says "Oh, good lor ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me say "So overall it's kinda fun. But the lectures are pretty boring. and my backside really pain!"&lt;br /&gt;He laughs and says "Good lor ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So do you get whats our current situation now ? Or something like this which I really dislike but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me say in a sad tone "Dearrrrrr. You know im so damn tired today! So many assignments! I dont think I can finish it up. And I feel like watching some movies! Howww" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He says "Faster finish it up and gambateh la, talk to you tmro ok, muacks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's like he's got no interest in whatever i say anymore. Sounds like he has an eye on someone else. Ahem :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway feel like giving up this thing that we've made it for almost three years. Whatever he wants, i'll just let it be.. until I meet someone is right. If you're wondering why dont i just leave him right away, it's bcos I still like him. And im not even sure why he treated me in this way. It's just probably he;s tired or something. I tried making some jokes to cheer him up, but it's no use. Maybe my jokes suck. So ........... ;\\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Should I really get him his dream football t-shirt costs about Rm250?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Recently I just bought him the T90 bag costs me Rm150. My ang pao money okay. And I nvr told my parents this. So my ang pao is soon to be empty already. Only keep asking from parents money money money! Argh D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gotta wake up in less than 4 hours time, goodnight !&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/2695785777644214241-7412559040357070160?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7412559040357070160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7412559040357070160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/design-boot-camp-10.html' title='Design Boot Camp &apos;10.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-163927134475953394</id><published>2010-08-01T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:00:05.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Doomed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thought I could finish my report and powerpoint slides for presentation today but I couldn't. Which I have already almost finish it up by 70-80%. And I'm already feeling sleepy. My mind starts to go blank and couldn't focus on what I am supposed to write. Well, let's see what I have to do within this week and see if I can go to bed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sunday - 3D Interior. (Hopefully I can finish it by half)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Monday - Dion's Report. (Gotta finish it by at least 70%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tuesday - Complete Macy's Report and Ppt slides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wednesday - Final check on report and slides. Rehearsal for Thurs' presentation. Construction drawings to be completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thurs - 3D Lighting for JDA (Diedie must finish it everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fri - Complete 3D Interior Rendering &amp;amp; Material Specifications. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sat - BOOTH CAMP. If there's time at night, finish concept development sketches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sun - BOOTH CAMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mon - Dion's Report to be completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tues - Thurs - Scale Model, Presentation Board &amp;amp; Portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fri - Rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sat - Final Presentation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So.. can I go to bed now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hmm. I guess so. One more chapter, then I'll go to bed :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/2695785777644214241-163927134475953394?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/163927134475953394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/163927134475953394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-doomed.html' title='Am I Doomed?'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5016242585325239862</id><published>2010-07-19T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:15:16.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to action; eh wait. Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting emo-ER nowadays. Dont know why : Sounds like the old me or have I just forgotten who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thinking of life when I'm driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avoiding assignments given when the due date is damn near already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not listening to what others are saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slacking in my room, ftw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wanting to see him and have fun with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starting to hide and lie; I really didn't mean to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passion is dying off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaarrhhh! Really, what the hell is going on with me? How to handle all these stuffs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My assignments; I really want to do my best but the more I do, I get lost even further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the time isn't enough for all of them. I feel like I really want to give up in everything. But heyyy my damn CGPA is only 3.44! My goal is at least 3.50 and above! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To PeiYing (me!) in the future, you dont know how does it feel now. It's just really sad. Please never give up and always do your best. Please don't ever slack when you're in the middle of something! &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OR ELSE I HATE YOUUUU!! not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. If there is anyone who somehow read this; please dont think i'm insane. O__O. It's just the way of how I see things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People said the endless cycle of birth and death is because you did sin when you lived.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So which means I'm still living on earth; I did sin at previous life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To end it; I really have to be a veryvery good girl?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably out of the numbers of the cycle I had gone through, is this the only one that I realised this? and will change myself? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who knows my mind changes when the next life I'll be at.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's time to wake up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-5016242585325239862?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5016242585325239862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5016242585325239862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-action-eh-wait-not.html' title='Back to action; eh wait. Not.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6042448237441371189</id><published>2010-07-15T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:10:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please stop it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really mean it, STOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss those beautiful days when we were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and why are you so different now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's okay to change in a good way, not the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your mouth is so fking smelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it the most when you call me fucking bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I look like a bitch to you or the one you love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cheated on me before and I never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You called me another girl's name, how could I ever forget that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing my very best to withstand all these pressure and stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet you never ask me things but only for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't mind because I love you, but you never appreciate for what I've done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling very down everynight, wishing there is someone else beside me all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might not know all these, but this is the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thinking if I should go on but how could I live without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is no answer to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more year I'm off to somewhere else far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three years living without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you wait for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might change and so am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing for sure, I know I love you and always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day is getting nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not wish for us to be apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I fear to see that day coming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wishing God gives both of us strength to go through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I thank you God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all the days we had gone through, would you just please give me a break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please stop shouting at my ear in front your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you not think it's a shame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knew you will never read this and you've never stepped in to here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Telling you these will only make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll just hope you'll come to realise one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6042448237441371189?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6042448237441371189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6042448237441371189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-stop-it.html' title='please stop it.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-295424648766290164</id><published>2010-07-08T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:21:27.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once upon a time.. i need guides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once upon a time.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;IM STILL HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both of my good friends, SY and SG have gone to Kedah for studies. Will miss them alot even though recently we didn't hang out together much. Next year it's gonna be my turn to UK for further studies. I'm gonna miss my baby Lester, WC family and friends so muchhh. I dont know how am I gonna live without them for a year or two. That gonna be really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently I'm supposed to finish up my report but I dont feel like doing it, I know, typical me. And my blog is dead too, idc hehe :D I'm just leaving something behind on what I feel now. You know, the next time when I come here back to read my stuffs, I'll feel something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"If we can turn back time? Or can I have a look into back on my days? What does it feel like? How was I feeling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing i;m always afraid of is presentation. in front of people. there's always the time when i tried to record my feelings before presenting. and said to myself 'this is gonna be over, veryvery soon and when this is over, i'll feel stupid for what i had felt just now.' Looking in the future, and feeling the present. I wish I can overcome it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the path that Im undergoing currently... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I can create something that it is really me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Design something that it is really me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have my kind, but dont know how to interpret it into an object. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something that can be seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always being not myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All I want is to be me, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;myself.&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/2695785777644214241-295424648766290164?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/295424648766290164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/295424648766290164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-still-here.html' title='i&apos;m still here.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4216757555122065211</id><published>2010-03-18T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:36:33.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need guides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been the 6th count of the dream ever since I told my friends about it. These 6 dreams have not being told to any of my friends yet except WC. The 6th dream was last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel shy to tell them about this, which I'm gonna write it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be honest, when I was in the dream I have feelings for him. But in reality I dont. And somehow my feelings are always being controlled by my dreams. Let say, I felt angry in a dream and when I woke up, I will have the same anger too and it will continue the whole day. Well, at least it faded abit at the end of the day. This is also one thing which Im trying my very best to avoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So this means that I have feelings for him when I just woke up. And now? A lil. Soon or later, it will fade away until the next dream. Pathetic uh? I dont want this to happen too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In most of the dreams, he's a great guy. A really great person and perfect to be someone's partner. Fun to hang out with, caring, so warm, good sense of humour, cherrish someone easily, rommantic, kind and of course appreciative. Well, if only this side of him exists in reality, his girls would have been the most lucky ones. Anyway, I dont really know him yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There I've said it all which troubles me whenever I dreamt of him. It took few years for me to figure out this. Figure what? All these, that my mood was actually being controlled by my dreams and that I actually do not have feelings for him in reality instead I have feelings for him only in dreams. I used to be confuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Probably the next time, I will find out WHY IS IT HIM. It's still mystery and confusing, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any comments or guides? Msn me pls, thanks ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-4216757555122065211?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4216757555122065211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4216757555122065211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-guides.html' title='I need guides.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4534038578553693137</id><published>2009-12-17T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:06:50.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And.. is it necessary to record down our dreams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember most of my dreams. Some are very interesting yet illogical. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some are messages or reminders. Like, reminds me to get up in the morning or I'll be late to class! But I always get up 30mins before my class starts w/o alarm rings or anything. Still, I'm late to class. This happens very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I took a nap in the evening. and it reminds me to buy fishes for my new aquarium. Yes, i've actually totally forgotten that my new aquarium is under my study table. =.= I was too busy with projects so I didnt get to buy any fishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It doesn't matter if it is a 10minutes sleep, i still dream! Or even a few mins. This happened to me few times, when i accidentally fell asleep in class/car/movie, then i started seeing images but Im still conscious in the outside, like Im still able to listen people talking, songs, etc. Then a few minutes later I woke up, it's either bcos someone accidentally knocked me, called me, a very loud sound heard, etc. Kinda fun tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I hope someone can answer to my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-4534038578553693137?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4534038578553693137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4534038578553693137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-is-it-necessary-to-record-down-our.html' title='And.. is it necessary to record down our dreams?'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6026102544725779776</id><published>2009-12-17T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:48:41.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always the same person in my dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been three years that I've kept seeing him in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This makes me really confuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not think of him before I go to bed, I don't even think of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have not seen him for 7 years until this year, September. We had a gathering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I thought seeing him would able to solve the problem but it didn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's still the same thing, nothing changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have any feelings for him, I already have a boyfriend for 2 years plus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These dreams used to happen everyday when I was 15-16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it slowly decrease till at least once a week. I'm 19 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see, i don't even have feelings for this guy. But these dreams made me have a lil feeling towards him. It's very annoying and makes me so confuse. WHY?? Can all of this thing stop please? I dont want to think that Im in love with him because i dont! Help me T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6026102544725779776?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6026102544725779776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6026102544725779776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/12/always-same-person-in-my-dream.html' title='Always the same person in my dream.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1205735293210873755</id><published>2009-10-07T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:37:36.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so frustrated now as some of my friends just dont understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im so confused now, i thought they have already postponed to another day, but now it has changed back to thursday, which is on my boyfriend's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how can I just go out and celebrate for another while I just pretend i forget my bf's bday? right -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Call your bf at night lah." Hello, birthday is only once a year! And what if im going oversea after my diploma? And so next year will be the &lt;strong&gt;only year&lt;/strong&gt; I can celebrate his bday. That is why I just said count me out. I dont know if this is okay to do so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1205735293210873755?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1205735293210873755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1205735293210873755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='Why ?!'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1252514919620011969</id><published>2009-09-18T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:23:27.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakeeee .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last two weeks, WoeiCheng and I baked a cake! YES, WE DID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382487457519122626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SrJv0zFsOMI/AAAAAAAAACk/me6gmSjkg2Q/s320/DSC00205e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, of course I didnt help much hehe. He's in baking field, so he knows how to bake a cake =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we planned to make a black forest cake. What I did was only to measure the weigh of the ingredients :\ and some other minor work. Hmm everything went smoothly, but expected, the kitchen will be in a mess. Even you can see melted chocolate drips on the floor D: what to do, guys ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The deco isnt good. U can see the cacat-ness in the pic. Well, it was me the one who placed the chocolate rice on the cake =,= . First time ma. And we were short of chocolate rice, so we placed chocolate chips on it. Well, definitely the cake is sweeeet. Overall, everyone of us comment that the cake is a lil hard. NOT that hard tho. just a lil. And i think overall is okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think around this week or next week, we're probably making mooncakes! and maybe some muffins! Im not sure this gonna work tho hahah. (as in successfully making them!) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1252514919620011969?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1252514919620011969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1252514919620011969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/09/cakeeee.html' title='Cakeeee .'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SrJv0zFsOMI/AAAAAAAAACk/me6gmSjkg2Q/s72-c/DSC00205e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5763177941674719638</id><published>2009-09-18T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:50:04.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludovico Einaudi .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SrJlcTRYPeI/AAAAAAAAACc/h1-oavkW9_U/s1600-h/ludovico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382476041545072098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SrJlcTRYPeI/AAAAAAAAACc/h1-oavkW9_U/s320/ludovico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever heard of him? Probably most of you all already heard of him but me no =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Especially those who take music classes, should have heard of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my maple buddy had just introduced us his music piece, Primavera and Divenire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wasn't really into classical music until I hear Ludovico's music... So far I've heard a few of them and they are all amazing! I love most would be 'Fly'. Guys, try spending some time to listen some of his music. IMO (In my opinion) , each piece are filled with different emotions. They are all so inspirational. Love all of them sooo much. I salute him, that he's able to compose such emotional and difficult music piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen to his music, everyone has different opinions =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/2695785777644214241-5763177941674719638?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5763177941674719638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5763177941674719638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/09/ludovico-einaudi.html' title='Ludovico Einaudi .'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SrJlcTRYPeI/AAAAAAAAACc/h1-oavkW9_U/s72-c/ludovico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6195794309066586789</id><published>2009-09-15T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:52:33.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karthini's Bdae Party :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The party held on 12th Sept, on her bday. I was soo late to her party. :\ Really sorry, i think i've missed out some stuffs. And i actually feel so sad that i didnt get to join u guys on Fri. It must have been fun right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it was really fun altho not much of activities made. The most hilarious part was Emily's younger brother, 11 and Karthini's younger bro, 10 made alot kinds of joke. I dont know is it just them or they're trying to entertain us. Anyway it works. hahah. Believe it or not, I laughed till my tears drop.. same thing happened to Say Yin! lol =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then after all the chats, we went to Kart's bedroom and Emily started trying to seduce Say Yin. Ehh. I wasnt sure what was going on actually. I mean, what happened to Emily, whom suddenly tried to seduce SY. haha no offence. =D And SY was speechless. She ignored Em hahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i hope Karthini had fun that night. &lt;strong&gt;Hope to see u guys soon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Off topic: I hope Em and SY will be alright. I know Em can make it through but im not sure of SY. If this is what is supposed to be, just let it be, SY, okay. Dont feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Another O/T: Hehe. I lied to my parents the other night, really sorry ah. I've been really bad. I curi-curi went to buy acash which costs me rm12. So 'heart pain'.. So the point i wanted to say is.. i opened a shop for the first time in my life! So excited that I actually kept checking on how my store going on. In the end, that i didnt expect to earn that much, which is a total sum of 100m mesos. Not much lah i know. But first time open store ma T__T heh. Looking forward to earn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6195794309066586789?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6195794309066586789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6195794309066586789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/09/karthinis-bdae-party.html' title='Karthini&apos;s Bdae Party :)'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6299958905706835741</id><published>2009-09-14T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:05:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest friend, vamp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is still so shocking that you aren't here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I feel veryvery bad that I didn't take notice of your pm in msn and did not keep in touch with you lately. Im really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U've been a great friend to all of us. I'll remember you and our memories in maple. We had so much fun together with our buddies last time. I wish you all the best on the other side and living happily there. Will miss you alot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Starmi, Pingu and FF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6299958905706835741?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6299958905706835741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6299958905706835741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-my-dearest-friend-vamp.html' title='To my dearest friend, vamp.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1418289658164398971</id><published>2009-09-10T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:22:45.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohhhh ya. My maple boyfriend did NOT run away with my plates. lol. He actually kept it for me and has already given back all to me. And yeap i've sold more than 50plates. Earning averagely about 10m a night. I know it's not much of earning but im soooo lazy to farm mesos. I think i rather shout in some place where alot customers buying them. And now im again soooooooooo lazy to shout. So i've decided to open a shop coming this weekend. It will cost me Rm5 (heart pain) D: I hope am able to sell them out. (really need mesos that badly...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1418289658164398971?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1418289658164398971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1418289658164398971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-2056413431500371573</id><published>2009-09-10T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:14:51.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.. This is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;surprising that there ARE actually friends reading my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought nobody except for some who well, comment about it in msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only knew it when my friends started talking about this post. (Some post) Then only I was like 'waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.................' u did read my blog. hahahhaa. surprise surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohkay, lets move on. About the XRAY CHECK UP, i was damnnn... SHOCKED also. LOL. Seriously, I told the doctor that i think my spine is kinda to the left. So he asked me to go down to have an xray check up. After registering for it, another doctor called me and this was what he asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: So.. u're 19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: When's ur last menstrual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: About a month ago i think ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he jotted down whatever important notes on a form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: No offence, I think u're pregnant. I know how u feel, but seriously no offence, i think u're pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Huhhhhh..... (Kind off lost my soul at the very moment!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom was behind me. Her whole look just changed. Daddy was upstairs having a medical check up. Then the doctor asked me to changed my clothes. Then just right after I came out from the changing room, i saw my dad face.. his whole look just changed....... (very scary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After everything has done, we went upstairs to see the doctor. Yeah, i was veryveryvery scared. Can u imagine me being pregnant? Lol f. I handed him the xray films. Mummy, daddy, me waiting curiously to listen to what he's going to say. and he said... I was born with it. HAHA. YES! LOL. My spine is naturally in 'S' shaped. Less than 10% of women are born with it. Thats wht the doctor said .__. and then i played WoeiCheng. Hahahhaha. His reaction is.. funny. Its normal though. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Err. thats all for nw. Got something urgent in Maple! hahahhaa. &gt;___&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-2056413431500371573?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2056413431500371573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2056413431500371573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-this-is.html' title='Okay.. This is..'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1334682227169042241</id><published>2009-08-27T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:15:11.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no Maple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haiz. Was chatting with my maple buddies. All seem to be already at level 17x to 18x going for lv 200! While Im still at &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;. SHUCKSKSKS! During the time right before I decided to stop maple for tempo, around in June, there're bonus exp up to 6x?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8x?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10x?&lt;/span&gt; I've missed all that! What's the point I paid ppl for training me? and my level now? so low. Spent around 100m for all that shyt? I thought when I became 4th jobber I will be satisfied. Ya right. Now I wish to be like at least 15x with cool eqs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Market price now just makes me mad. I bought a claw in May around 70m and now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO VALUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at all. Phuck -_- All my hard earn mesos! And what else? Where's the guy who took my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;350+ mithril plates&lt;/span&gt;? Ran away? I tried looking for him in June but there was no sign of him until NOW. He must have already created &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; account. And I have not online since like June? Im pretty sure I must have been expelled from my guild, AOH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if I go online now, look at my character, guildless, my damage just sucks since there were so many new eqs with ulber cool damage made around in June. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New skills,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;new items,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;new price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I FEEL SO SAAAAAAADD! Some friends are also missing. Some created new account. It has always been like this ever since I enter college. I really wanna play Maple. :( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg im still addicted. shyt.&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/2695785777644214241-1334682227169042241?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1334682227169042241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1334682227169042241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-no-maple.html' title='Oh no Maple.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8032873649617949779</id><published>2009-08-25T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:06:40.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spinal Cord.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week, Im going for a medical check up. An xray check up. This reminds me when I was 11. &lt;em&gt;Went for a medical check up and ended up admitting in the hospital. The doctor said my left lung was nearly damaged by phlegm. Too much of it. Then everything got better after a week, injections every day and night for the one whole week.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the next week one is because my spinal cord is not in the right position. It is bent to the left a lil bit where when everyone touches it, they know. Im afraid if like when Im old, the bent gone worse. I cant imagine how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just hope everything will be fine.. Okay, im goin to continue Harry Potter! ;D Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8032873649617949779?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8032873649617949779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8032873649617949779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-spinal-cord.html' title='My Spinal Cord.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-746637365784124152</id><published>2009-08-21T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:39:33.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's raining these days, I can hardly online.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna do some research for the FDA competition but the line just keep dc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although I know there is no chances of winning, I just wanna do my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a few concepts in mind but all aint developed yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is easy to find a new concept but not easy to develope to a better piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So this &lt;a href="http://www.singaporefurniture.com/design/fda_2010.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a competition on designing furnitures. It is organised by SFIC (Singapore Furniture Industries Council). I dont care what the award heck is, Im just participating to see how far I can go at this state. (I have not learn any 3D software yet and low knowledge on materials) So I have to brush up in many things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides this competition, there was another one called JDA (Junior Design Award). I've totally missed this one because I was too busy with assignments in college. Im still very upset bout it,, but it's okay! :D there's another one coming next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully Im able to finish up at least one design and able to submit it before the due date. *Prays hardly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-746637365784124152?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/746637365784124152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/746637365784124152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/08/brush-up.html' title='Brush Up.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6720449040617145370</id><published>2009-08-20T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:14:50.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Emily and Friends! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we went to fetch Emily and Karthini for dinner, supposingly at 7pm but we were late for an hour. The moment they got in to my car, they started scolding me and my friend and then started talking ALOT. The silence thing between us did not happen :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the dinner, Karthini wanted some beer to drink at Emily's house and all of us except Karthini, planning to watch some horror movies. We went to a DVD shop, I forgot its' name, started looking for a very scary movie one. As I flipped the disc case, Say yin changed her mind and asked us "Can we watch American Pie?" Karthini continued "Yeah, I also want to watch American Pie!" So all of us agreed in the end and headed to a place to buy some beers at a cheaper price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we all have arrived at Emily's place, they started telling stories and drinking beer. I have not tried beer before until that night. Karthini asked me to try some, so.. well, I did. The taste is just so.. blend.. Anyway, Emily was telling stories until she repeated the very same sentence over and over again. We were blurr with her stories and we all laughed. It was funny, she repeated the exact same sentence for about more than 10times. So in the end, we all didnt get to watch American Pie because Emily was drunk.. instead we went downstairs to watch something else. Guess what? The L World. It was.. not bad since we only get to watch part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next morning, Say Yin took my car to fetch Shu Gi to Emily's house and as she reversed my car,,, she hit the divider and scratched my car!!!! Damn. I was so speechless when she told me bout it. (I was sleeping when she took my car out) My parents have not notice the scratch yet, if they knew I dont know what to say. My heart is just.. broken. I can feel that my car is feeling sad because of me lending it to SY! Sorry Savvy.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went for a movie at Sunway Pyramid. We watched G.I Joe. At the very beginning of the movie, I almost fell asleep. The cold kept me awake. Maybe it wasn't because of the movie is boring, maybe it was because I slept only 3 hours that night. But Karthini fell asleep and Shu Gi almost fell asleep too. So what can I say? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later in the evening, we all got tired and headed back home. We did nothing much but it was fun being with them. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw, Emily has a damn huge collection of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stuffs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Telephone? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stickers? Yes (Stickers are just everywhere in her house, even in her parent's room! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Handbag? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lamp? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soft Toys? Many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Necklace? Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and many kinds more. When I was young, I used to be obsessed with Hello Kitty too! But until now at this age, 19 years old.. she is still obsessed with Hello Kitty. Her car is also filled with Hello Kitty &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINKKY&lt;/span&gt; stuffs! Luckily her car is silver.. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;NOT PINK&lt;/span&gt;. Or else that would be too much. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing that she hasnt got it yet is a Hello Kitty mascot. Should I get her one? Blehh. I just bought her a Hello Kitty lamp. Ask your boyfriend to get you one, Emily! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6720449040617145370?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6720449040617145370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6720449040617145370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-emily-and-friends-d.html' title='With Emily and Friends! :D'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-3706116686483037740</id><published>2009-08-18T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:17:43.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAAYYY it's sem break!! After all the stress from assignments I had, my back started aching (around the shoulder blade). Im so despo for a good massage now. I like WanJing's massge, hers is really good. My bf's massage.. all at wrong spots ;( My massage chair? Works a lil only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tmro Im gonna sleepover at Emily's house! =D with some friends along. It's a surprise that she called me up and invited me to her house. It's been 5years that we have not kept in touch in a bit. Might feel awkward and am afraid of the silence thing between all of us to happen. Oh well, let's see how it goes tmro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For now, Im actually planning what to do during this sem break.. something fun besides MAPLE. I've totally forgotten MAPLE after all this stress and my bf just reminded me yesterday D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So what you gonna do during ur holiday? Maple? I know u will Maple"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shyt. lol. Anyway, someone has already 'stolen' my 100,000,000++ mesos worth of my items. It can be up to 300M. It is my fault to put my trust on wrong person. Hehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, also planning to work for some money to buy WoeiCheng a present! His birthday is coming soon! Okay, I know what to buy already but no moneyyyy!! LOL. I cant use my parents money. The thing is like up to RM400. Dont know where to work now and I dont want to be a waitress. I cant handle it. I hope this year's present works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh ya. Thanks alot to my parents who actually bought me a drawing table with lightbox on it and a task light, and two bookshelves from Ikea. They look so good but the table is a bit too big for my room. Now one of my wardrobe door couldnt open fully. Only 45degrees :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So thats all. Goodnight to my friends, Woei Cheng &lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-3706116686483037740?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3706116686483037740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3706116686483037740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-3390488255389815714</id><published>2009-05-19T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:22:25.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just finished watching Ouran HSHC for the second time. The first one was in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was thinking what should i do next ..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it sounds funny but idk how to put them into words here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There're so many things i want to do in maple and at the same time in real life too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The main prob in maple is my friends. How can i just leave them? Or should I just not on it anymore and thats the end of my friendship? I can just leave my Starmi9 there, my mesos there, my leftover acash there =.=, and my ringer there which gives 160% exp from each mob and expires in June 09. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I've thought about scrollings, i've counted things. I probably will succeed and earn mesos like hell but im not confirm yet tho. i have not done any experiments yet =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What i was thinking during the holiday was i earn mesos in game then i sell them. But it takes too much time -.- so forget it. will continue this when there's next holiday and only if i have mood to play -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So.. i watch anime =D but uh recently i couldnt find any hilarious anime like OHSHC. All i could find were the ones like Naruto -.- not interested at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh not to forget, thanks alot to my friends who have wished me and for the present, a very cool bag ;D u all have been very considerate hehe tytyty alot ;D and also special thanks to my bf although he wont be reading it, for baking me a black forest cake and also to my mom n dad who bought me mascara and id book =.= er idk how to put on mascara. after putting on, my eyelashes sticked together. very weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-3390488255389815714?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3390488255389815714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3390488255389815714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-down-lately.html' title='Feeling down lately.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-2958730852600234630</id><published>2009-03-07T01:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:13:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im happy that these few days I started chatting with my old friends back. Some I have not spoken to them for almost a year, we're still able to talk like how we always did last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I almost got saman for parking at a conner area. Only few minutes away, for sure I'll get saman. It was around 4pm, I was going home after college. I thought i wanted to stay a lil while longer to finish the scaled furnitures. But i was unable to do so 'cause I &lt;strong&gt;dont know the width, depth and height of them&lt;/strong&gt;. So HueiMing and I went to the library for reference. We managed to find a book which has the scales. But.. both of us aren't library members.. which means we're unable to borrow the book. Then we thought of copying them, but .. &lt;strong&gt;we dont have papers and pens&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, i know im stupid :( Then HueiMing wanted to go SSD to settle some stuffs. While walking to there, we saw YeeMun and Kenneth in a classroom. I went in there for chitchat while HueiMing headed to SSD. Then Kenneth asked us to join them in the classroom for project but HueiMing didnt want to cause she was &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;. So we changed our mind to go home early.. and I can refer to my book which has furniture scales. While walking back to my car, I rmb that I do not have a scale ruler and a model board, so I went to Huei Ming's house to borrow hers. We usually chat alot but since she was tired so I didn't stay long there. Then I walked back to my car, drove off and just few meters away I saw 2 officers giving saman to all cars parked at white line. Just because of theseee co-incidences, Im escaped from being saman :D Yeah, really lucky and now I do not dare to park there anymore =.= I think i'll just have to walk extra further:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt;&gt;While there was another time that I double parked my car in front of a bank. I left my number in the car and for more than 5 hours, no one called me. Pretty strange, and when the time was about 5.30pm, i started worrying. Who knows the driver did not see my number and kept honk there? Who knows my car isnt there already? So i left the class early and when i've arrived there, surprisingly my car was still there!! and the other that i've blocked transformed from Toyota to Proton!! :0000000000000! no stupid, it only crossed over my mind the moment i looked at the car. I know im being stupid. So it was actually that the Toyota got out from behind. Dont know how to say it, so i drew a pic. The red indicates double car park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310151240122184226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SbFyayMVMiI/AAAAAAAAACE/TC6phr4ExFs/s320/parking.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was when i got down from my car at noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310152600292072338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SbFzp9OGm5I/AAAAAAAAACU/oFlmwE7Q7jM/s320/parking+another.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While this was when I've arrived there at 5.30pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckily I didnt get saman and luckily the driver didnt scratch my car or something ;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah its a good thing :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-2958730852600234630?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2958730852600234630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2958730852600234630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-thing.html' title='good thing.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SbFyayMVMiI/AAAAAAAAACE/TC6phr4ExFs/s72-c/parking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5113651398029528861</id><published>2009-03-02T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:52:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning and spinning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im having a fever now :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my head is spinning and i dont feel like eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i have flu .. and cough ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they're resisting me from doing my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so sad that today i have to draw the house plan. im so frustrated with the measurements. i've measured everything correctly, all are about 90degree, but still why the heck when i draw one the lines, it became lack of 1mm? I erased a number of times just to be confirm that the paper is really horizontal. It is all because of the damn table. The table isn't a draft table, but a table with four round edges, which totally drive me nuts drawing over and over again to get perfect measurements. besides, my neck hurts alot after drawing the plan. i need a massage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;till i gave up, i simply draw them. i dont even bother checking them after i drew. then i continue with another plan which is not a part of the project. this time, i really have to make sure the measurements are right. well, same thing goes again, lack of 1mm but are 90degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i stop bothering the stupid measurements and continue to draw the whole layout. it was till before 6pm, my friends were leaving. i did not manage to finish it up and even till now, i've not touch it yet. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still need some rest  &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-5113651398029528861?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5113651398029528861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5113651398029528861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/03/spinning-and-spinning.html' title='spinning and spinning.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8282238113708739125</id><published>2009-02-27T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:08:01.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>figure toys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SaeeyQEtmwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-92-NVqz_mU/s1600-h/Figure+Toys!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307385272024800002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SaeeyQEtmwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-92-NVqz_mU/s320/Figure+Toys!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want them badly :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna have a hugeee collection of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They'll make my day everyday.&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/2695785777644214241-8282238113708739125?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8282238113708739125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8282238113708739125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/02/figure-toys.html' title='figure toys.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SaeeyQEtmwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-92-NVqz_mU/s72-c/Figure+Toys!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7178026327076143994</id><published>2009-02-27T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:15:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil + comedian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From what I know, he's an extremely evil crazy guy .. but he's very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He does stupid things like nobody's there. The guy who called me form1 =.=, evilevilevil WeeChonggg. I'll summarised up all about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a pembuli.&lt;br /&gt;He just blackmailed me.&lt;br /&gt;He bites dogs, i assume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He likes shouting like crazyyyy fella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He jumps every conner whereever he goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He cakap banyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He laugh banyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's maniac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That Tues night, Joyce called me to Michael's house. I went there just to hang around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And who knows I met an alien,.. He does all sorts of things. For the first time i met a person like him, WeeChongg! Just for few minutes after i arrived there, he started bullying people already. He even bullied the dog there! I think he's an anti-dog person. He thought of using Fluffy for True or Dare. Fluffy is just a small dog while WeeC. is a giant. Nvm, he's made of stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just sat there watching him and his friends playing around. WeeC. danced, jumped, slide? what else? I even remember saw him acting like a toad and ROAR? to the Fluffy. He also walked like a penguin. A not-cute-walking-like-penguin one. His friends are a lil similiar to him but not as crazy as he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went home an hour plus later. I couldnt stand watching him there. He made me laughed alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, u know why im writing this. You KNOW why ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7178026327076143994?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7178026327076143994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7178026327076143994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/02/evil-comedian.html' title='evil + comedian.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5198873074840983083</id><published>2009-02-27T01:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:10:16.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brite, lester &amp; zhaizhai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my doggies! veryvery muchh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're the cutest thing I ever have ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and they're the ones who accompany when I'm alone &amp;amp; down ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307156798654842114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SabO_WcfBQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Hub_Po60CQ/s320/the+only+one,+brite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my 5 yr old Brite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;missing in 07 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope he comes back one day ..;"(&lt;br /&gt;pleaaseeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307155793888902146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SabOE3ZnfAI/AAAAAAAAABk/VD-vaUBqwls/s320/lester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my gonna-be-7 yr old shih tzu, Lester ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got him right after UPSR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307156083993890962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SabOVwICUJI/AAAAAAAAABs/zpEIzNEWkqM/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is zhaizhai, my bro's gf's dog.&lt;br /&gt;he's 4 and he is fat.&lt;br /&gt;he lives with me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brite went missing just right before CNY '07.&lt;br /&gt;We were all busy with preparation so we didnt really take notice of them.&lt;br /&gt;The gate was open widely, and Brite as usual, runs out but he's always able to come back by himself. Just that day he didnt came back. We kept looking for him from evening to night around my housing area and there was no sign of him. It was the unluckiest day ever to lose someone you've been with for 3 years. He's a very smart dog. He took care of our house pretty well and he's different from Lester &amp;amp; ZhaiZhai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was one day he came back with blood overall his body. He was bitten by other big dogs for sure. But he didn't cry in pain. He just walked in to my house and sleep. You can say he's a brave dog.. to fight other big dogs around my area while he's .. well, smaller than my Shih Tzu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss him. alot. I wonder where he is now.. how is he doing.. and whoever took him, i really really hope so much the person takes care of him very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While Lester and ZhaiZhai, i love them alot. Lester's been living with me for 7 years. He's a lazy bum. He only likes playing with my younger brother. Like hide and seek. He aint good at that. ZhaiZhai also a lazy bum. He eats alot and thats why he's fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;night ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-5198873074840983083?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5198873074840983083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5198873074840983083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/02/brite-lester-zhaizhai.html' title='brite, lester &amp; zhaizhai.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SabO_WcfBQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5Hub_Po60CQ/s72-c/the+only+one,+brite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1162931999518977476</id><published>2009-02-26T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:30:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to remember them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to anyone who's reading,&lt;br /&gt;i started blogging again cause i wanna release my feelings here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently, i have a project at college, making a realistic house model. Haven't really started it yet cause there're some problems. After settling it, i'll be very busy on it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, im watching Zoku Natsume Yuujinchou and Toradora!. Very emotional anime.. totally love it &lt;&lt; :D they're still ongoing in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmmmmmmm. so many stuffs to clean up. my time management is totally a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;after my 3rd sem ends, i've got whole lot of things to do. after cleaning all these up, i'll be probably a new person with new goals. heheh. hope so it'll work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so thats all about it.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this blog can be just dead at anytime :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1162931999518977476?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1162931999518977476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1162931999518977476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-remember-them.html' title='to remember them.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6761028308009201630</id><published>2008-11-05T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:12:43.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status: Scary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NONONO NOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I.. im tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowed us down.&lt;br /&gt;He pulled us down.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't do much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and he gave me that look? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ARRHHHHHHHHHHHG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here, lemme begin where the conflict started..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now im in the mid of 2nd sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many assignments i have to complete for now and i need to prepare for my exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have 6 subjects in total. One of them is Interior Design which im very worry bout it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this subject, for now, we're having our 2nd assignment which requires teamwork, designing specific areas in a house which are living room, bathroom, bedroom, dining area and kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;4 ppl in a group. Me, Cheryl, Wan Jing and John. Our concept is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Batik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each of us have our own job to do. Everyone of us except him understands everything pretty well. HE DOESNT UNDERSTAND A SINGLE THING ON WHAT WE ARE SUPPOSED TO DO. So my friends and I kept explaining everything on WHAT WE ARE SUPPOSED TO DO to him but still he DOESNT UNDERSTAND TILL NOW. We have given him simple task to do, which is research on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;batik and his kitchen space, furnitures and accessories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He said he understands. For about 2 weeks, i havent really seen what he has done. I always tell my group members to bring pics during our discussion, but he didnt bring anything. Everyday with new excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till today, he sent me an email on what he has done. And our dateline is this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is really @&amp;amp;*$!^! frustrating and made me really mad. He sent me bali pictures! Bedroom pics! Sofas! Dining area! Bathroom! Staircase?! wth. Our house is a single story! and many times he asked me to write what he's supposed to do on a piece of paper. I write and face to face telling him KITCHEN! KITCHEN! KITCHEN! Why the hell is he still giving me those bullshit pics?! and wtf he still doesnt know what is BATIK! I said do research and u'll know. We also have explained to him and wtfffffff he still doesnt know wth it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning he made me really mad, now even worse!&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind doin the kitchen, living room and drawing the plan. But the thing is!! It's too late!! I need to prepare for my exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do now? I cant just ask him continue doing bcos he doesnt know what to do!! And if i sacrifice my nights, not to sleep just because of his part, the marks given to us is UNFAIR!! Which means he did not do anything and im doin his job and he's getting the same marks as I do. How now? Should I tell the lecturer? Im afraid everything just goes worse and worse!! Help me :'(!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6761028308009201630?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6761028308009201630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6761028308009201630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/status-scary.html' title='Status: Scary.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-863350872603087777</id><published>2008-11-04T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:58:33.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, We Continue To Live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Free ourselves the way we were yesterday and keep our eyes fixed on the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something I learnt from Moral studies under Religion, Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;Im not a Christian, ima Buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;I found few things in Christianity that made me think positively.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my lecturer tells some stories throughout the lessons or else it'll be very boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. and many new words for me to learn .. *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-863350872603087777?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/863350872603087777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/863350872603087777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-we-continue-to-live.html' title='Today, We Continue To Live.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-9139951978011407889</id><published>2008-11-01T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:40:37.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling very down lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many bad things happened.. and i hope at the end of this, there's something good in return..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-9139951978011407889?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/9139951978011407889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/9139951978011407889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-very-down-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6503211046913507349</id><published>2008-10-21T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:33:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not a Joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I said im very busy, so i am. Should u ask something like "Busy? haha. How busy?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or say something like "Hey busy one." or "I know la. Everyweek also cannot, u very busy one ma. Who also know la.." or "Are u doin a big business? Costs few million dollars?" or assuming im lying "Oooh. U're that busy ah? hahaha. im also busy. hahaha everyone also busy la" yet u still get to relax while busy-ing. OR when i said i slept a few hours a day lately, should ur reaction like "LMAO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URHGGG. Who can ever understand me excluded my classmates and Woei Cherng and some good pals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, some ppl thought im lying. Like uh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what ya doin?"&lt;br /&gt;"Doin my homework"&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Always do homework? Sure bo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya la.."&lt;br /&gt;"I dun believe. U must be playing some games"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to manage my time with games and assignments okay.&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, im inactive in gaming. Currently, im looking forward to jap animes (yeap! back again! :D) after my assignments, presentations and exams, i'll be free for anime. Any good jap animes to recommend? :D I heard Vampire Knight &amp;amp; VK Guilty are really darn good. Looking forward to it &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Btw, because i couldnt stand the anger in me, so i just let them all out here. hehe. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ahh. no hard feelings anyway :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6503211046913507349?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6503211046913507349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6503211046913507349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-joke.html' title='It&apos;s Not a Joke.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7236330496300620473</id><published>2008-10-21T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:08:45.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been busy again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been really busy again. I dont even have time to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time i have is for sleeping, eating, drinking, washroom and working. I mean my assignments. I need to squeeze all these at a time if possible. I just need more time. MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again like last sem, i slept only about 4 to 5 hours a day for the past 2 weeks. I hope this wont be goin on to next week and so on. Maybe it sounds enough to you, but for me, NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got so much works to do and more works from the slacking members (group work). Ah. This time presentation is my turn to slack D:&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thennn, the part when my id lecturer told the whole class that she doesnt allow students doin other works in her class, i got upset. Her sentence was like directly pointing me, duh. I was coloring the "conceptual drawings" at that time. And do u know how really stupid is it? When im coloring, i use my fingers. I dont use ears and alot of brain thinking to color. So, cant i just listen to her while i color my stuffs? And she said many of us do things at last minute so we need time management. so yes, im coloring my stuffs and listening to her at the same time, isnt that saving time? moreover, she knows her lectures are boring to death! Most of my frens almost fell asleep in class but i DONT. Why? Cos i was coloring! Duh! That keeps me awake and i still can pay attention to her! She said "If u guys feel sleepy, u can take a break.. i know my lectures are boring cos today is all about theories...." Come on, there're two benefits from while im coloring while she's lecturing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.) Saving time, as she said "time management"&lt;br /&gt;2.) Im not that sleepy, i still can pay attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She aint that understanding at all. It's TOA's college life, we're always busy with assignments. so of course we need time saving. Damn, i hope she knows about this. To avoid sleeping during her lectures, we should do some stuffs like drawing or coloring. Then we're still able to concentrate D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7236330496300620473?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7236330496300620473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7236330496300620473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/10/been-busy-again.html' title='been busy again.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6873738023851562784</id><published>2008-09-21T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:27:13.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Sem.</title><content type='html'>Second Semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More into theories and im getting lazier.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like Pendidikan Moral. Its boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, im really missing my old buddies. Hope to hear something from themmm soooon. Dont even know how are they now ._. and they;re right, Im now known as Miss Busy -.- (Name given by Jeff aka Mr No Reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want more holidays :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6873738023851562784?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6873738023851562784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6873738023851562784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-sem.html' title='2nd Sem.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4127813655367318549</id><published>2008-08-21T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:06:32.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Freak o.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of my friends said ima Maple freak -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yah, maybe i am. im just too addicted to Maple. Plus, i've been busy working on my assignments for the past 3 months and did not touch it for 3 months also!! D:&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, i wanted to apologise to my friends, those who msg-ed me in MSN and i didnt reply. I was busy with maple ._. for the past 4 days only kay. not the 3 months. the 3 months, i was busy with my assignments and couldnt keep in touch with u guys. very sorry :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if there is anything, just message me in msn or send an offline msg. my hp no credit already for almost 2 weeks. dont want to reload till this Sunday, to save money hehe. sorry if i didnt reply u all. sorry and please dont misunderstand -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and also sorry to my Mario friends, didnt mean to make u all feel guilty. very sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-4127813655367318549?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4127813655367318549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4127813655367318549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/maple-freak-o0.html' title='Maple Freak o.0'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-2225291577536659999</id><published>2008-08-14T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:51:12.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the second last day of my first sem in college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone's been busying doing their final project and so I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for the whole week, me and my group friends stayed back till night to do our project which the presentation is today. I dont really like the idea of it but uh . have to make it also la =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didnt slack off in the teamwork. I want to get the project done asap but still, there're ppl slacking =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;u know, i always mention in my previous posts that im very afraid to give a talk in front of everyone? What happened today was very unlucky. I presented the worst! and much far worse than my any other presentations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have 4 groups, about 9-10 ppl in a group and one presenting. As soon as the presentation started, i quickly went to 'Y' and asked who's gonna present later. And 'Y' said "u and 'X' la". What the helll. Im so doomed! At the very last minute only 'Y' said I'll be presenting. Sucks lah. So many ppl in my group, why me? Not like I slack in the teamwork. Why me? wtf. If it'll be me, why didnt 'Y' tell me earlier so I can get ready? and 'Y' said fasfast go ready. -.- How to fastfast when Im not prepared AT ALL. Really pissed me off la. also 'Y' said, just present only la.. why dont u &lt;em&gt;just present onli la&lt;/em&gt;? .. Im not the leader of the team + that project not my idea also. why me? the one who gave the idea should explain it. Because u know the whole concept thing better than I do. Sucks lah. In the end, i couldnt present it well, my mind just right away went blank when everyone came to see our project. So i couldnt really talk. I was trying to focus on what im supposed to say but couldnt find the sentences and the words. -.- Its really embarassing, almost wanted to cry :( . Really sad, thats why I hate teamwork. Through teamwork, WE GET TO KNOW EACH AND EVERYONE's BEHAVIOUR. im serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh, I presented the whole thing. Why? At first I stood there alone and supposingly 'X' have to stand beside me to present the first half of the project, then another half i will continue it. But guess what? 'X' didnt come stand beside me. I called 'X' to quickly come, so not to waste time anymore. 'X' denied. And thats why I presented the whole thing, really angry at that time also. Noo mood at all. But since 'X' is my good friend and also helped out alot in the previous project, i'll just forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope next time got nomore teamwork in this particular subject -.- Doin this project, i injured my finger badly. Others are only minor scratches. Not deep. My finger went swollen, skin peeling off and there's nanah might be growing -.- Really pain when anything touches it, even moving it. Very sad le. Hopefully I wont get very low marks for this project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-2225291577536659999?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2225291577536659999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2225291577536659999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8348637949070560654</id><published>2008-08-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:16:28.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you, you lil friend?</title><content type='html'>It's been really busy again these days with projects, exams, assignments and presentations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell u what i did within this week, in short. Between, somethin' is really driving me crazy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - I was absent from class! YAY! I ponteng! Finally.. I wanna ponteng since a few weeks back and so i did on this day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues - Got group presentation on religion, catholic and MS final exam. My presentation sucks. Louise did very well enough. and botha us onli presented =x anyway, louise presented 98%. hehe =x sorry Louise! After that, we got MsianStudies final exam -.- I did very terrible for Objective cox i didnt memorise for all that part. But my essay is fine i guess =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - learnt Thermal Insulation in a building in Eric's class. After that .. i forgot =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Alot problems on this day. But i forgot everything dy. Only can rmb a few haih. I dont even wanna rmb it hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri - went early to college. then later, all started doin our final Interior Design project. i did until 7pm since my dad wanna watch the Olympic while my group mates did until 8pm? idk. Anyway, we didnt do anything much. Just rolling newspapers :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - which is today, did the same thing as fri. we managed to do the setup. hehe. i did the wiring and newspapers until my hands went blackblack and roughrough D: now still rough :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, the thing that is driving me REALLY crazy is MAPLE A-CASH! :0:0:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rm24 for 10,000 a-cash.&lt;br /&gt;10,000 a-cash u can buy app 2 items only.&lt;br /&gt;some items are 36,000 a-cash, which costs app rm85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? so expensive. damndamndamn expensive until i cant buy them!&lt;br /&gt;i really really want them so badly since last year. and now, i cant stand anymore. I JUST WANT THEM NOW! My break is coming soon. and i must buy it by tmro. hehehe. but i can buy like rm12 only? which is 5,000 a-cash. Sad la. Anybody wanna buy for me? hehehe. waiting! jk. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8348637949070560654?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8348637949070560654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8348637949070560654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-are-you-you-lil-friend.html' title='Where are you, you lil friend?'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7829108824083818902</id><published>2008-07-25T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:08:48.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't like teamwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know all of us can learn a lesson from teamwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when a person doesn't do his/her work .. what will you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This has happened to me so many times, even now. There're plenty of assignments waiting for me to complete them, and still there are ppl giving me extra works which they are supposed to do. Then what the hell is teamwork for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's starting to get on my nerve. Ppl just love to give excuses for not doing their job at all. Hey, i've heard ALOT already and sick of listening the same excuses.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the while, they are relaxin'. All the while, we are busy-ing. In the end, we got the same marks which is so totally UNFAIR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They get to sleep early and wake up late. We HAVE to sleep late and wake up early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just really cant stand this -.- ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its making me crazy with all the EXTRAA assignments. it sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when is the only time I get to relax?! Im not a machine! I need time to relax! Stop torturing me. Damn, i hate this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7829108824083818902?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7829108824083818902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7829108824083818902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-4532179959687916150</id><published>2008-07-15T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:19:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Impolite-ness &amp; Irrespective-ness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todaaay arh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;presentations&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Com Skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Msian Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; for the both &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;presentations&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; now, and my speech is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I practised for a number of times for my speech and .. Msian studies too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I presented MS this evening was really&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;many words especially when I look at Yee Mun's face. Saw her laughing -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Totally, there were 10 groups for this MS presentation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was presenting, the class is really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N O I S Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Especially those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;behind me&lt;/span&gt; taking MS class as a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Although Fadzillah shhh-ed them, there were still noises coming from them. They are like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24/7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;banyak-cakap people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the first presentation, there was this&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; rather to say a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;tomboy&lt;/span&gt; from nowhere &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;questioned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the 1st group members about their topic presented. Then, the 2nd one, my group, she also questioned us. Luckily &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was there to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;. I got no idea what to answer -.- Anyway, she kept asking questions while she already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, no worries, i think she's &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that's a part of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;her job&lt;/span&gt; being an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;audience&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;asking questions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT THEN ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the class was about to end, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind me&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;singing ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We will, we will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you!,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We will, we will&lt;/span&gt; ROCK you!, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We will, we will F*** you! .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-___-??!!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At first i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; i heard it wrongly, but when they &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;began&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;louder,&lt;/span&gt; no doubt i heard them saying the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;F word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cool or funny though, I still heard&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; because they think it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'funny'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Instead, they sound like ppl who has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; attend &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Moral lessons&lt;/span&gt; in school before. For me, i think &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's okay&lt;/span&gt; to use the word when a person's reallyreally&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I understand. But .. these ppl think it is funny. Very funny meh? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, i wanted to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; who were singing that stupid song when there&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ppl presenting&lt;/span&gt; in front. I turned back and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;GUESS WHAT I SAW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tomboy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; along with the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;. Hey,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lah. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where's ur sopan-ness?&lt;/span&gt; ( forgot the word in English :\) And that tomboy, came here and make noise also? Is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; a part of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;her job?&lt;/span&gt; argh. hate her. And is there anyone saw her pointing her middle finger? Im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sure I saw her doin this while she was singing. :\ Also, they're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;irrespective&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;presenters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, im just saying that now only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; how annoying ppl can be. Btw, i feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my classmates.&lt;/span&gt; All of them are&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friendly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;not as noisy as them also :P&lt;/span&gt;&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/2695785777644214241-4532179959687916150?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4532179959687916150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/4532179959687916150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/their-impolite-ness-irrespective-ness.html' title='Their Impolite-ness &amp; Irrespective-ness.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8014747649781624203</id><published>2008-07-15T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:57:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for not updating my blog recently. Im really busy with my assignments, exam, projects and presentations. Im still busy but less busy than the other days (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That night, I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; doing my assignments around 2am? .. Then Woei Cherng msg-ed me in msn and said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;"Come play WolfTeam with me."&lt;/span&gt; Then I said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;"Too tired la .. next time lah.."&lt;/span&gt; Anyway I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mind and decided to play with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was about to log in, I forgot my bro's ID and password. He gave me one noob account and he has his own main acc. I tried a few ID and pw, one succeeded :D but .. it's his main account. I accidentally wan. I dont know his password also. Because all of his ID and pw are related to one old but cool funny anime, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yu Yu Hakusho.&lt;/span&gt; (really love this anime and same goes to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon Ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :0!!!) Then I logged out back, and went to create a new account of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since then, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WolfTeam.&lt;/span&gt; Everytime while im doin my assignments, i'll be&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of WolfTeam. And then i thought back how syok to kill those wolves and humans :0 Then my mind went thinking "I must do my best in killing those things and avoid death." Btw, WolfTeam is just like CounterStrike, just that WolfTeam got wolves and not many maps they got there. And then my another mind? pops up thinking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What about Maple?"&lt;/span&gt;   -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I reallyreally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to play &lt;strong&gt;WOLFTEAM &lt;/strong&gt;n &lt;strong&gt;MAPLE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I need more time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8014747649781624203?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8014747649781624203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8014747649781624203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/d.html' title='D:&lt;'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-5989901257083065768</id><published>2008-07-06T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:04:55.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Maple mama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SHDMB8yLn7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/c6ywyo1ybDc/s1600-h/Mandygals.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219896301990944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SHDMB8yLn7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/c6ywyo1ybDc/s320/Mandygals.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                        my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maple mama, Mandy.&lt;/span&gt; (not cashy liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SHDMCJHM8eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6_6_2h0A2rc/s1600-h/Pandadarr.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219896305300337122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SHDMCJHM8eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6_6_2h0A2rc/s320/Pandadarr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                 my &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maple bestfriend/sister : Panda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (still very cashy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SHDMCLmXeSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/We10k5jlq3c/s1600-h/Starmi9.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219896305967921442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SHDMCLmXeSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/We10k5jlq3c/s320/Starmi9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                        me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Starmi.&lt;/span&gt; (cashless n a lil unequipped :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;* my Maple mama *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on Tuesday I met my Maple MAMA in rl (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thats what maplers always use as a short form) I was in the library after Com Skill class about 1pm to do some research for Macy's class wan. Then i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; received&lt;/span&gt; a short msg from my lil &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maple mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;" Today u got class? I will be in the one. *winks* "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH MY GAAAWWWDD!&lt;/span&gt; I can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; believe Im gonna meet my Maple mama! Im sososo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;excited!&lt;/span&gt; And too bad the shirt I wore the other day not nice :\ .hehe. We then planned to have lunch together:) I told her im in the library. Awhile later, i saw her outside. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt; doubt, i quickly waved at her and she waved back. A second later, i was thinking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Eh, is this her or not wan. what if wrong person? die la. But im pretty sure its her.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out from the library, and asked her&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Hey, u amanda?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"yeap"&lt;/span&gt; with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe. im soooooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;SHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dunno whats wrong with me, i kept &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after that. &gt;__&lt;" Then I thought of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; one of my maple bestfriend. *Now, she's my sister because her name is Angeline Lee and mine, Alice Lee* I wanted to call her come along and join us for lunch, but i couldnt find her number -.- We went to the Ming Tien (dunno how to spell) stalls there. She asked me to go order some food first and I "huh" at her. Then I said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"uhm, got what food over here wan? I've nvr eat here before .. can we go somewhere that have a menu and aircond wan?"&lt;/span&gt; Then she laughed and said okay. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this incident ah, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Panda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;keep teasing me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"princess alice".&lt;/span&gt; T__T sad case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After having our lunch at one chinese restaurant behind TOA, we walked back to our college. then she gotta go somewhere else already and i have to go home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know,&lt;br /&gt;my Maple mama's (Mandygals) name is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt; And Pandadarr is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I met them when i was looking for a slot to train in Maple.&lt;br /&gt;They gave me the slot. They both knew each other before I know them.&lt;br /&gt;They both &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;banyak cakap&lt;/span&gt;. And i overlooked them talking about colleges.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy was saying she's in TOA. n then i interrupted saying &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I might be goin to TOA too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;begins&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mandy mama&lt;/span&gt; because of her name and her age. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(Ma)&lt;/span&gt;ndy. She's okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;I call &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Panda papa&lt;/span&gt; because of her name but not her age. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Pa)&lt;/span&gt;nda. She's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing, she's not a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; she's the same age as me but way taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; about Mama : Very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; about Papa : Very&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person. She always teases me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt;. and now, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;princess.&lt;/span&gt; i think soon she gonna call me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banana princess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, im&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mapling again. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(1 hour 1 day onli)&lt;/span&gt; That day, my hand so itchy wanted to patch it. After the patch done, im back &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to Maple again :(&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/2695785777644214241-5989901257083065768?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5989901257083065768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/5989901257083065768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-maple-mama.html' title='my Maple mama.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SHDMB8yLn7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/c6ywyo1ybDc/s72-c/Mandygals.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-7332273123081429191</id><published>2008-07-03T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:13:07.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "LIL" Assignments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;How many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;assignments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;do I have now? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sio Yean's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hatching, cross-hatching and shading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Tiong Lay's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brochure house plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eddy's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;presentation speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eddy's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;religion project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Fadzilah's mid-term &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;exam revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fadzilah's project 1 : &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Environmental Issues&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fadzilah's project 2 : &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lepak Culture&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-" didnt even notice i have this much so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eric's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;project 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Interior Design 1 : Create an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;expressional space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Miss Yeong's IH &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Miss Yeong's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Assignment &lt;/span&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 11! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatthefshyth.&lt;/span&gt; D:{ !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Religion project can be postponed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The rest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be postponed already. !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im rushing. I didnt really delay some before this big stacks of assignments come. Its just that im always spending my time on research research research, and in the end, i&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; find the one that i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i rush, i'll get a serious&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; headache.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this stupid HEADACHE &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ruins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my mood for all day long. As if like my brain gonna explode into pieces or been punched by thousands times and i still have that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;most annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n pissing me off is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ppl think im too free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they'll be like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Oh, u got many assignments? Me too. I also got headache lah. So are u goin to finish them today (wth?)? Okay, im goin to watch tv now. Ttyl till u finish them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they think? My assignments are like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1000 times&lt;/span&gt; more than urs. If urs can be done by today, mine &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My assignments are not like high school homeworks. Like, i got addmaths homework to be done and i have to pass up tmro. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think addmaths are much better than doin all these research. Religion? Lepak culture? Environmental issues? My topic for the speech? Eric's research? Of course AddMath much better lah. AddMath, we dont need to do research. All we have to do is solve the questions. Besides doin research, we still have to take photos, interview, sketches. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i actually didnt really want to update now wan, but since some ppl making me darn frustrating now, i&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it here :$  Okay, thats all :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-7332273123081429191?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7332273123081429191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/7332273123081429191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-lil-assignments.html' title='My &quot;LIL&quot; Assignments.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-905169525826943820</id><published>2008-06-21T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:48:53.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tagged by Whay &amp;amp; Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Six People to Tag. The victims are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Wai Teng&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;Su Ping&lt;br /&gt;Valerie&lt;br /&gt;Mei Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Six Things I'm Passionate About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mapling&lt;br /&gt;Being with him&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Drawing&lt;br /&gt;Coloring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Six Things I Say Too Often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love u, miss u&lt;br /&gt;What u doin now&lt;br /&gt;Where are u&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;What la&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Six Books I've read(Recently)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;within SPAS&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;nomore. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Six Songs I Can Listen To Again and Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rihanna - Dont Stop The Music&lt;br /&gt;Paul Van Dyke - Tell Me Why&lt;br /&gt;Prodigy - Fire Starter&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney - Because You Live&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch - Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore - I Wanna Be With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Six Things I Learnt In The Past Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work hard for our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;No procastination.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate life.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;Love ur loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Read more ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-905169525826943820?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/905169525826943820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/905169525826943820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-17888324593079102</id><published>2008-06-21T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:35:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Daily Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just now went to JJ Klang with ex-classmates, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shieh Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -the driver, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wai Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Shu Gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;meet each other since SPM :0 about 6 months ago and now we finally meet! :D Except Shu Gi and Clarissa lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have fun together and talked about our life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to meet all of them and the thing is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss them lots!&lt;/span&gt; I feel more &lt;strong&gt;comfortable&lt;/strong&gt; being with them compare to new friends lah. Since i and them have been already in the same school for the past&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but somehow we ended up goin back at 10.30pm. I thought we at least can stay a lil longer chatting around but since it was already a lil late, we have to go home. So, only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spent with them! including 2 hours movie. :\ I hope we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;meet more often =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later reached home already suddenly feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no mood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Actually i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;was happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wan.. then dunno what topic or WC's mood was bad made me feeel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;badddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As time passes by, talking on phone with WC, i feel even &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worse.&lt;/span&gt; Soon his mood gained better while me feel not good at all. I think I'll just forget it lah. All i want now is just to make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and appreciate me!! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowww, i got so many works to complete. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MANYMANYMANY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Too many till I cant remember and where to start. Like, I complete this assignment then another assignment pops up. the assignment is getting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bigger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; More works to do and the time given is only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Its always been like this and i hate it so much. Gimme some time to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lah. Why like this wan? :(&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my life now is like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;6.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;7.35am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Leave house to college.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8.20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Reached college.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;10.00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Class starts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;5.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Class ends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;strong&gt;5pm to 7pm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Waiting my dad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;8.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Reached home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;1am-4am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the hours, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;have time to have fun. Not even a single hour. If i want to, my mind will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;bothered&lt;/span&gt; by those assignments. and this schedule of my daily life has been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;repeating&lt;/span&gt; like this ever since started college. It's been 5th week already, im &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lack of sleep,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lack of entertainment, lack of social,&lt;/span&gt; etc. Soo boring! My stupid daily life which now im trying to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;enjoy stupidly.&lt;/span&gt; worse is soon i gonna take bus &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt; Im gonna have to wait for the bus and its so time consuming. Now my maid also ran away already need to do some hse chores. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time consuming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;busy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me. I dont even touch tv on Sundays and how long have i not watching tv already ah? Longlong time ago. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Assignments + Mid term exams.&lt;/span&gt; More stuffs i have to complete already. It's soooooooooooooooo wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there's magic, then cool :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-17888324593079102?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/17888324593079102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/17888324593079102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-beautiful-daily-life.html' title='My Beautiful Daily Life.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1977670140506567385</id><published>2008-06-19T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:33:10.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3D Models</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My 3D models making. Assignment wan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213585787860508498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SFpgprtzX1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/osxx-lUnb_0/s200/3DIntersectionR1.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first layer of my 3D. One layer took around 30 minutes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213590146743659810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SFpknZ0h7SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y_X3ljt2xbI/s200/3DIntersection1.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final one :D This a cube with rainbow colors. Its theme is intersection. It is 11 x 11cm and those colorful papers intersected by cutting 0.2cm a line in every each 1cm. This took me around 6 hours or plus :\ Today, we got presentation on these model making. We have to talk about how it transformed from 2D and 3D and .. stuffs lah. How i presented it today? Sucks. Totally. I was so scared, nervous till unable to think and speak, my mind just went blank! ._. Cause i didnt prepare ma. and i thought i wont get selected to present it and mana tau i kene pulak -__-" so unlucky me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213596623337639298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SFpqgZA3TYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UNRuoM8RXj0/s200/3DVoid.JPG" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 2nd one .. Inspired by tiles, and the theme for this is void. Its a semi sphere .. Actually its a half of the world where the colors all represent each human with different personalities and by putting up all these colors with satay sticks, it created a space. Anyhow just now i didnt dare to say it during the presentation because it sounds stupid and i was too nervouse :( I just said because i want it to be colorful -.- Lame betul. Anyway, not nice wan. But i still sayang it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 3rd one i didnt take photo of it. Cox it's not with me.. The 3rd one is loop. Like a piece of &lt;em&gt;sai &lt;/em&gt;only, anyway i still sayang all of them!! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1977670140506567385?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1977670140506567385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1977670140506567385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-3d-models.html' title='My 3D Models'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SFpgprtzX1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/osxx-lUnb_0/s72-c/3DIntersectionR1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-8278907326162469830</id><published>2008-06-04T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:42:27.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe</title><content type='html'>Again, more assignments coming up and so are the projects!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, some projects are group proj. Like Interior Technology &amp;amp; Material 1, im with Yee Mun, a very creative and knowledgeable person. And Pengajian Msia with 5 ppl n another 5 ppl. ( 2 projects ) There's another individual proj, which is Interior Design 1. I like this subj but im not good at it :\ Idk why. Tmro i have this subj, and gotta bring some materials for the proj annnddddd i HOPEHOPEHOPE my ideas arent wrong or horrible or whatever. I hope i can bring up my ideas well and not cacated type :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenn, what else. Hmm i made new friends again. One of them is Louise. It seems I can only talk to Yee Mun and Louise in class. Others speak Chinese and some arent compatible. And they're good friends ^-^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my class ended at 12pm. Got no transport today unless take bus or my dad's car. So i tumpang Joyce's car :D For the first time in my life, haha sitting in her car driving by lil Joyce =D Her driving is goooddddd. Mine may be so much worse. For example, i drive very slow &amp;amp; bertindak very slow also. hehe. I know any of u wouldnt wanna sit my car in the future. So, i'll let WC to sit first! hahaha. I think he dont dare to sit also lah .. Too dangerous d ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all lah. I better do my project now :D &amp;amp; rmb this, last minute work isnt good. &lt; Something i experienced last night hahah. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-8278907326162469830?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8278907326162469830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/8278907326162469830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/06/hehe.html' title='Hehe'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-6246066554746505525</id><published>2008-05-28T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:54:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitterjeffly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Batalice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bitterjeffly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Batalice? Who's Bitterjeffly?&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious. You can see my name in it and his name in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bitter&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batalice is named by Bitterjeffly after an insect with four wings and has the largest number of species, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beetle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ( Want to know why, ask the butterfly. )&lt;br /&gt;While Bitterjeffly is named by Batalice! after an insect also, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is a populaarrrrr motif D: ( Why mine not popular T.T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have our very own company, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The OE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe some of u guys have seen it. I used to put it in my msn :)  and some of u know what does it stand for. Im not gonna say it here as there are some ppl will might be using our names on something other else. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nth much. Im just saying that my veryveryvery crazy 38 best friend, Bitterjeffly is back! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-6246066554746505525?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6246066554746505525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/6246066554746505525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/05/bitterjeffly.html' title='Bitterjeffly.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1677328112071997924</id><published>2008-05-26T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:25:29.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>StoryTelling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tmro I got &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;story telling&lt;/span&gt;! I still havent practise a single story yet and most stressful part is speaking in front of everybody .. Luckily the class is divided into two groups, so my class will be around 15+. Not bad and hope they dont laugh at me. Few reasons I hate story telling is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. My English sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;- The very main point.&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont know where to look.&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone's looking at me n waiting for my next sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. I dont dare to speak in front of everyone unless Im still in my sec school T__T!&lt;br /&gt;5. I always tergagap.&lt;br /&gt;6. I forgot what to say.&lt;br /&gt;7. I cant concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;8. And I dunno how loud should I speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__T!!! Sometimes, I dont even know what Im saying in front of everybody also. As if i cant hear my voice. The next thing i sit down, i cant recall what i was saying earlier. Then my mind goes thinking " did i say something jus now? what did i say? did i say something wrongly? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i hope the most for now is having the guts to speak in front of everyone tmro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELPP ME ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:0?!?!?!!??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1677328112071997924?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1677328112071997924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1677328112071997924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/05/storytelling.html' title='StoryTelling.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-2189326453583094603</id><published>2008-05-24T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:05:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil busier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting a lil busier these days. I got assignments but they're quite simple. Aint that stressful but the project that im working on it now, is making me crazee. Idk why. I've been thinking and planning for the whole day on how to build this and that, and how to manipulate them. in the end what i get is some rubbish. I dont want my project to look like a crap .. What a useless me. I couldnt even think something better. What im thinking is always the same idea. So bored. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this project is about transformation. 2d to 3d. Pretty interesting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abouuttt MAPLEE, I dunno what to do. I wanna level up! Im gonna 98 soon. onli 20% more to go. but i got no time for this game thing anymore. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAN MESOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WAN A-CASH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I WAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ZAKUM HELM.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I WAN LEVEL 100!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When the hell am i gonna get these things done? After my 1st semester? That'll be in August /Sept! Long way to go lah. Haih. &gt;&lt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im goin to watch some movies now. It's Saturday night and i must relax :D Same to all of you too =) Take care &amp;amp; enjoy all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-2189326453583094603?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2189326453583094603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/2189326453583094603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/05/lil-busier.html' title='A lil busier.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-3616505195456241634</id><published>2008-05-21T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:19:18.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous Designer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SDRK7U6RVLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIgWEJT23vE/s1600-h/EricLeong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202865852605617330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SDRK7U6RVLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIgWEJT23vE/s200/EricLeong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally I met him in person! He's a lecturer in The One! He lectures my class! AND HE LECTURED US TODAY! Guess who?! The person I've been hoping to learn everything about design from him for so long finally a miracle happened! He's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eric Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at him so much because he's so creative in designing and you can see his face in advertising boards. I used to wonder why is he so excellent in designing field and is he gifted? Well, what the principal of TOA told us is OPEN YOUR EYES. He said when an image in ur mind isnt clear, as in REALLY CLEAR, you cant draw the way u want that image to be. So, if you wanna draw something like what's in ur mind. Make it clear &amp;amp; see things more. Btw, Im trying to learn them now. Im still a newbie. What im trying to say is maybe Eric has seen alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric L. lectured us today bout 'the functions in a building'. and we were given 3 assignments to complete by next week and a project by the 8th week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i have the Interior Visual class. My CA, SioYean is the lecturer of this class. Because of him, im back blogging again. I think im gonna save up my research here. You can see and learn bout them. But it aint that interesting u know. hehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further info bout Eric :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ericleong.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.ericleong.com.my/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2695785777644214241-3616505195456241634?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3616505195456241634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/3616505195456241634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/05/famous-designer.html' title='The Famous Designer.'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EEOnBULHW8E/SDRK7U6RVLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BIgWEJT23vE/s72-c/EricLeong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695785777644214241.post-1040003794567228668</id><published>2008-05-21T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:23:14.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day In College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My first day in The One Academy was yesterday. Everything's just okay. I went there by bus with Pek Jin, one of WC's best friend. He was a lil late for his class about 5 minutes but I was the earliest in my class. 0.o Then I have Language &amp;amp; Communication Skill, Eddy's the lecturer and he looked fierce? Well, he may look fierce but inside him, I HOPE NOT. We then introduced ourselves to everyone and i can say, mine's the shortest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this :&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Im Pei Ying from Klang. I like to play computer games and I choose The One is because I have a few friends here and they said it's really good. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short lehh. I dont know what else to say and I dont dare to speak up in front of everyone. Everybody's looking at me. I cant handle that pressure :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, Eddy gave us assignment to complete it by next week. It's all about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class dismissed, I went to SP with Yee Mun to have lunch. By the way, I've made a few friends. They're friendly and talkative. Only me, dont know what to talk. So i kept quiet and did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2.30pm, my second class of the day started. Not exactly 2.30pm but 2.45pm. Fadzilah the lecturer was late. and then, she asked everyone of us to write an essay and gotta hand up before class ends. We were told to write anything bout Malaysia. I know nothing much so i simply crap something to make the essay longer &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ends at 4pm, and i have to wait my dad back from work to fetch me home. After 30-40 minutes, IM HOMEE! Very tired and so is today. D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695785777644214241-1040003794567228668?l=ilovekaiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1040003794567228668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695785777644214241/posts/default/1040003794567228668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovekaiga.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-day-in-college.html' title='My First Day In College'/><author><name>HY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04622599475571351234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
