<?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-504355880649197989</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:20:58.205-08:00</updated><category term='Budget frog'/><category term='mungkin'/><category term='Shinee'/><category term='Noona You&apos;re so pretty'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Camp rock'/><category term='circus'/><category term='students'/><category term='sel-ca'/><category term='My wish'/><category term='Nunan You&apos;re so pretty'/><category term='Mc Mong lyrics'/><category term='self camera'/><category term='lyric'/><category term='independence day Malaysia'/><category term='maybe'/><category term='engka'/><category term='Jonas Brothers'/><category term='Rascall Flatts'/><category term='ethnic transmission'/><category term='Food and Tea'/><category term='Demi Lovato'/><title type='text'>Kiasu Personified</title><subtitle type='html'>I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-1617444092434997839</id><published>2010-05-31T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:24:33.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I came, I saw, I deleted all your posts.</title><content type='html'>People!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please add my new blog to your blog list ok? &lt;br /&gt;Here is the link http://www.wadapakmyfoot.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-1617444092434997839?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/1617444092434997839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=1617444092434997839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/1617444092434997839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/1617444092434997839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-came-i-saw-i-deleted-all-your-posts.html' title='I came, I saw, I deleted all your posts.'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-6123302029240386557</id><published>2010-03-23T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:16:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's work</title><content type='html'>Working in the factory has never been easy for me. I don't know what is so special about it that attracts me. Slowly, but surely I'm adapting. The factory &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;langsung tak boring&lt;/span&gt;, since it is full of all the latest taglines, slogans etc. So here I am, laughing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terguling2 sambil cium2 lantai simen&lt;/span&gt; while reading aloud those taglines  =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Buka mata besar-besar. Pakai untak!"&lt;br /&gt;"Jaga mangkuk sendiri.."&lt;br /&gt;"Kena marah jangan simpan di dalam hati. Simpan duit =))"&lt;br /&gt;"Senyummu adalah luka diriku"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah~! Mau pengsan aku.."&lt;br /&gt;"O'  O'  O'  Demam panas. Demam panas."&lt;br /&gt;"Rasa mau resign..Bilalah"&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/504355880649197989-6123302029240386557?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/6123302029240386557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=6123302029240386557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6123302029240386557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6123302029240386557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-3465922916469478265</id><published>2010-02-28T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:57:52.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful soul</title><content type='html'>How can it be March already? Time flies really fast. I didn't even manage to look back and ponder upon what had happened last month; how the mighty me have fallen into deep depression. How strange is that? Me? Depressed? Talking yourself out of depression may seem impossible. But thanks to some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experts&lt;/span&gt;, I'm all smile now. That I should appreciate life more, that working life is not always easy, that sometimes I should live up to others expectations, that sometimes it is best for me to not know what others are thinking, that I should give some space to others (for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manusia &lt;/span&gt;like us, need some time for ourselves), that love is something we can't control; we can't make someone to love us, neither can we make ourselves to love someone. (Hot stuff!) Life is beautiful! And I like living. For life has given my soul a chance to grow...every single day =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-3465922916469478265?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3465922916469478265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=3465922916469478265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3465922916469478265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3465922916469478265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-soul.html' title='Beautiful soul'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-6703681926901619799</id><published>2009-12-06T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:34:49.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Met the loud and preppy Jabu at Tarot's last Wednesday before he left for JB. Gonna miss him a lot! Hang in there Babedu Jabu. Make lots and lots of money there k? And do remember to belanja me with your very first pay. * The green grinch's grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted "Bad-breath". No reply. Texted "Bad-breath" again. Still no reply. Luckily with lots of will i withstood everything. I didnt't text "Bad-breath" for the third time. See..I do improve a lot nowadays. HakHakHak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went window shopping with Misah. Hoping to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shop through those glass window&lt;/span&gt;s without spending a penny. But to no avail, i failed. Ciss.. That night, I couldn't sleep, looking at how much i've spent in just one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for midnight movie with R aka Edward Cullen (perghh..ya lah ya..). Watching the hot bod ninja-ing makes me drooling! Basah baju! All was well until the hall got too cold so that my feet n hands were numb. Dammit! I thought i was going to die should i stay in there any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week can be concluded with one word, AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I am all sad and have no life, but that's fine with me. I love to keep it that way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-6703681926901619799?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/6703681926901619799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=6703681926901619799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6703681926901619799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6703681926901619799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7421694295576333767</id><published>2009-11-11T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:31:11.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sukati kaki kami LAH mau jejak mana</title><content type='html'>A tenshi-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt; i have always wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;With no halo.&lt;br /&gt;Yet with good intention.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming my heart and lung out loud with a growling stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Along with the peace-keeper, the devil, the grim-reaper and winnie and pooh.&lt;br /&gt;An amateur at 22 with a Shakespeare's fishing rod i was that night.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling like a Cheshire cat with one hand clinging clumsily to a distilled beverage.&lt;br /&gt;Sober Santa with his one horse open sleigh crashes my consciousness, asking me to&lt;br /&gt;Senyum 1234! Holy guacamole! It aint Santa.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the grim reaper. Mempersilakan naik tangga dengan penuh kesopanan.  Aku kebingungan and in awe. Since when ada makhluk yang begitu friendly? Ow.. duhal grim reaper ya C. No wonder begitu sopan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-7421694295576333767?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7421694295576333767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7421694295576333767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7421694295576333767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7421694295576333767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/11/sukati-kaki-kami-lah-mau-jejak-mana.html' title='sukati kaki kami LAH mau jejak mana'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-4961233852967810959</id><published>2009-10-27T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:29:41.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spongy betol lah</title><content type='html'>Pica on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Had hush hush..sang along to that no-no song. Memang "My eyes hurt. Hands shiver. Plus i had HEARTBURN. Akai! Sakit lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grappa + amoe on friday.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily last saturday was public holiday, thanks to someone who must celebrate his birthday on that day. Cheers! Err.. Obeisance!&lt;br /&gt;Night at Grappa wasn't that great. Let's say 'THANK YOU' to some idiotic dandy dudes who think that they own that place. Wei, Grappa tu hak kita bersama, bukan tempat kung fu fighting aite? Next, we hopped to Amoe. And it wasn't a brand new trip, but still i XOXO G-J-F-M-R-C-T. ruff..ruff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&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/504355880649197989-4961233852967810959?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/4961233852967810959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=4961233852967810959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4961233852967810959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4961233852967810959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/10/spongy-betol-lah.html' title='spongy betol lah'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-4535882663310223515</id><published>2009-10-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:00:46.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aram kitai besembayang</title><content type='html'>Yeay! Finally! Hoping to hear good news either from miri or bintulu. But still i opt for miri. No good news from miaw miaw kuching tho..hiak..hiak..&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting patiently for the second interview from samling. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(* fingers crossed)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And looking forward for the very first interview from sesco this friday.&lt;br /&gt;Yai... yai... yai... my pulse races, and my stomach drops, err..i mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mem-bun-chit&lt;/span&gt;. Huargh..&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(*curling the middle finger over the index again n again..crap! cramp!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Again n again by 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUgReo37ECw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUgReo37ECw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Interviewer: &lt;/span&gt;So..tell me, why should I hire you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ikie the inteviewee: &lt;/span&gt;Err.. I'm a fast learner n I'm willing to learn....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Interviewer: &lt;/span&gt;Hmm.. Looking at your cgpa........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt; ok2..i knw2.. thk u for your time today..sob..sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My lungs are filling up with carbon dioxide&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. can't breathe!!..can't breathe!!..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont let the banana tree grows fruit twice.. Please? Miaha3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really hate it; not knowing what the future holds for me&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;. If only i were a psychic that could really predict the future, then i would have to worry about nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/504355880649197989-4535882663310223515?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/4535882663310223515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=4535882663310223515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4535882663310223515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4535882663310223515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/10/aram-kitai-besembayang.html' title='Aram kitai besembayang'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-2170883314287509301</id><published>2009-09-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:22:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When clumsy goes to Sematan</title><content type='html'>So off we go to the not-so-far-from-civilization Sematan. Ikie was so excited that she left her other pair of slippers at the Petronas gas station. Absent-minded or clumsy? Hmm.. Ntah lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sqn-FrBhWxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TP1IDPYqx-A/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sqn-FrBhWxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TP1IDPYqx-A/s400/DSC00418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380110603272674066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, mau tak mau, ikie had to buy another new pair which costs her rm8.90. Mahal btol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sqn-GO6VnYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/emTHYBD8zTQ/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sqn-GO6VnYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/emTHYBD8zTQ/s400/DSC00416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380110612906220930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Make a guess, which slippers belongs to ikie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Wlong...&lt;br /&gt;Salah...&lt;br /&gt;Salaih~..&lt;br /&gt;Chuo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup! Correct. There you go, the one with pink n white polkadots is ikie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoFmE71eRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/X2weI1MHiW4/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoFmE71eRI/AAAAAAAAAkY/X2weI1MHiW4/s400/DSC00417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380118856565356818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tooth brush equals to smelly breath +  'my lips not like sugar' (absent-minded or clumsy? Again.. Ntahlah)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoKA4hQ3qI/AAAAAAAAAkg/b5yu-wzEhdw/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoKA4hQ3qI/AAAAAAAAAkg/b5yu-wzEhdw/s400/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380123715135659682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x-file's soundtrack cues..tedetedetede...(sorry off-key). Joss n Hansley, the duo, found something extraordinary...that makes all of us go 'wow'(0kay2 not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE-E7ZuiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nv3x14IDVfo/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE-E7ZuiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nv3x14IDVfo/s400/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380118169368771106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a seahorse, it's a seawater, it's a seacucumber, it's a seaweed, no...it's a (i mean) they are jellyfishes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE-n_R7VI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wRWqUXkBn5Y/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE-n_R7VI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wRWqUXkBn5Y/s400/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380118178780278098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon and his missus&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE9v2KxQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFae5iM0xAE/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE9v2KxQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFae5iM0xAE/s400/DSC00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380118163709674754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE9Dk2JOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dgoaGMqv8xI/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SqoE9Dk2JOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dgoaGMqv8xI/s400/DSC00421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380118151825859810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More photos at facebook-&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/504355880649197989-2170883314287509301?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/2170883314287509301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=2170883314287509301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2170883314287509301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2170883314287509301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-clumsy-goes-to-sematan.html' title='When clumsy goes to Sematan'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sqn-FrBhWxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TP1IDPYqx-A/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-3984500912119704630</id><published>2009-07-17T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:20:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Moi the Kiasu with the spring-cleaning</title><content type='html'>Yeay! It's summer! Hot! Hot! Shall I start this spring-cleaning post with acknowledging the weather? *wink* Yes, I am back blogging , so feel free to drop by and &lt;em&gt;watch&lt;/em&gt; me ranting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling not ok tonight, and I really want to blog about it, but emm..nah.. those kind of posts doesn't seem to be appropriate for this warm, happy, chirpy summer. Or should I save those posts for later time of the year, AUGUST (to be exact, I repeat, AUGUST) perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, I need to write something which is chirpy and lively~&lt;br /&gt;think..think..think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rainforest World Music Festival despite the swine-flu. Memang cari nahas~&lt;br /&gt;Was my first time there. Won't be attending the festival if not because of someone else is paying for the ticket, since Ikie really have no money and is afraid to die at such a young age because of the flu. We always relate rainforest with its cool air n breeze, but what i experienced that night was nothing but heat. Aiyah..ching yiik ah.. Will update pics soon. Malas, due to extremely hot weather. Kuang..kuang..kuang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-3984500912119704630?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3984500912119704630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=3984500912119704630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3984500912119704630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3984500912119704630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-moi-kiasu-with-spring-cleaning.html' title='Ah Moi the Kiasu with the spring-cleaning'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-6626474340288115305</id><published>2009-05-21T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:55:58.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo Shoot</title><content type='html'>Sunny morning today is, and in a very good mood i am. Driving, driving, driving, drive, in search for a parking space, found unoccupied one, and got one long scratch on both doors in return. Holy guacamole! With this, I would like to thank myself for having such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; driving skill, and to the car owner whose bumper caused the scratch on my car's doors, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt; on your new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; license! I would also like to thank Mark for helping me to reverse my car and kindly reparked it at a much bigger parking space, Emmy and Ruby for being so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;, laughing their hearts out, watching me struggling to avoid any kind of scratches and dents on my car while trying to figure a way out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ish..ish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;number one&lt;/span&gt;, do not make fun of your friend when he or she made an animation of his or her car accident experience, for what comes around, goes around, in short, karma sayang oi &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://pattirmina.wordpress.com/2009/05/16/kereta-juga-ada-perasaan/"&gt;Patty&lt;/a&gt;, hu3, minta ampun banyak2 sempena bulan gawai, bulan menuai padi ini)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Number two,&lt;/span&gt; must take seriously what Hape said to Patty, because it is all true, “Dia(the car) merajuk tu, sebab dah lama dia tak dimandikkan oleh tuan punya kereta.” Same goes to my car, it had been a month or so since it is last seen spotless and all-shiny. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; number three&lt;/span&gt;, please remember that you are driving a bigger car now, not a kelisa anymore, so do not be over-confident when you want to park your car at a not-so-big parking space. Hmmphh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-6626474340288115305?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/6626474340288115305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=6626474340288115305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6626474340288115305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6626474340288115305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/05/bamboo-shoot.html' title='Bamboo Shoot'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-5693593649799536906</id><published>2009-03-15T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:22:46.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethnic transmission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mungkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe'/><title type='text'>Emo can speak through any languages</title><content type='html'>When it comes to expressing myself, I just suck. Ok, lame, Mr C forbid me from doing so. Wait..wait..wait.. C bukan nama sebenar ah. Well, let me quote the wise Sherry, emo can speak through any languages. miahaha. Here's a video from Ethnic Transmission, "Engka" (maybe/mungkin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b0398bb36908aa8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b0398bb36908aa8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331554521%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B23F811F44947AD3A1834FB0F6A4D2FB226990D.36CD4B40DFB1C594DF753F7FED99C733B0C7CE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b0398bb36908aa8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQa0vFmW8dAiD0vV3u4T9ywar_7E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b0398bb36908aa8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331554521%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B23F811F44947AD3A1834FB0F6A4D2FB226990D.36CD4B40DFB1C594DF753F7FED99C733B0C7CE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b0398bb36908aa8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQa0vFmW8dAiD0vV3u4T9ywar_7E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-5693593649799536906?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b0398bb36908aa8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/5693593649799536906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=5693593649799536906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/5693593649799536906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/5693593649799536906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/03/emo-can-speak-through-any-languages.html' title='Emo can speak through any languages'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-4000769684387811427</id><published>2009-03-15T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:24:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoticon My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lady Gaga's Just Dance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;I had a little bit too much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does he twist the dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doo-mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sby_OF9gEeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ig89kOCdhlY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sby_OF9gEeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ig89kOCdhlY/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313331909229548002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Flo Rida's Right Round:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;You spin my head right round, right round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   When you go down, when you go down down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Somebody help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sby_OF9gEeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ig89kOCdhlY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sby_OF9gEeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ig89kOCdhlY/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313331909229548002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-weight: bold;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_ForeColor" title="Text Color" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);SelectColor(this,'ForeColor');ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Text Color" class="gl_color_fg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*cues, Kat Deluna's Whine Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzHD1is1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/oRXO8gdD5_M/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 39px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzHD1is1ZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/oRXO8gdD5_M/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340529116501394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's Bedingfield's Pocket Full Of Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, a secret place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   A sweet escape, take me away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Take me away to better days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Take me away, a hiding place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There's a place that I go that nobody knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Where the rivers flow and I call it home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And there's no more lies in the darkness there's light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And nobody cries, there's only butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzBz5wM22I/AAAAAAAAAic/nljlD9VaGVg/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 53px; height: 53px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzBz5wM22I/AAAAAAAAAic/nljlD9VaGVg/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313334757810821986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kelly Clarkson's My Life Would Suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;Said you’d never come back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But here you are again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Cuz we belong together now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Forever united here somehow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And honestly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;my life would suck without you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Being with you is so dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   I really shouldn’t miss you, but I can’t let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzECNITdPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pjw9WBNyecY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 38px; height: 37px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzECNITdPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pjw9WBNyecY/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313337202553615602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Akon's Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;That I haven't seen your face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying be strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But the strength I have is washing away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It wont be long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Before I get you by my side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tell you what's been on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzEatkwQWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Kthr6GUWgfI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 45px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzEatkwQWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Kthr6GUWgfI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313337623579738466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl I know mistakes were made between us two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And we show our eyes that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even said somethings weren't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Watching everyday that goes by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I miss you much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Until I get you back&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   Yes I miss you much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You are the apple of my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I want you to fly with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Want you to fly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I miss how you lie with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Miss how you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katy Perry's Thinking Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;You said there's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tons of fish in the water&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So the water's I will test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You kissed my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; I taste her mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;You said move on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Where do I go?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I guess second best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   Is all I will know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzDOs9vfTI/AAAAAAAAAis/zPyKN0tNZOM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 46px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzDOs9vfTI/AAAAAAAAAis/zPyKN0tNZOM/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313336317746052402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;David Guetta's Love Is Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;What are we suppose to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   After all that we've been through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Where everything that felt so right is wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now that the love is gone&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else to prove&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now you still deny the simple truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   Can't find the reason to keep holding on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now that love is gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   Love is gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzDOs9vfTI/AAAAAAAAAis/zPyKN0tNZOM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 46px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzDOs9vfTI/AAAAAAAAAis/zPyKN0tNZOM/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313336317746052402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I feel so hurt inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   Feel so hurt inside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;Got to find a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; To hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PCD's I hate this part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;Now we ain't talked since we left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It's so overdue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But between us its worse in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzCfmTsYqI/AAAAAAAAAik/coGaHIFvAK8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 59px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SbzCfmTsYqI/AAAAAAAAAik/coGaHIFvAK8/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313335508505223842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All American Reject's Gives You Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; And truth be told I'm lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said:When you see my face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sby94Rd0YwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/H9k_ZCNJ3HY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sby94Rd0YwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/H9k_ZCNJ3HY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313330434849137410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-4000769684387811427?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/4000769684387811427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=4000769684387811427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4000769684387811427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4000769684387811427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/03/emoticon-my-heart.html' title='Emoticon My Heart'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sby_OF9gEeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ig89kOCdhlY/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7718658577427677782</id><published>2009-03-04T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:21:30.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between those grins</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Am I kiasu? Am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never realize that I am such a person until last night. Sherry and I conducted a post mortem after my birthday party. We were talking about how creative and how sluggish it can be to conjure up the decorations; fondants for the cupcakes. Please take note the word conjure. I’ve never heard of that word before, I only heard of it when Sherry uttered it, and the word became word for the day. The second time I heard it was during one of the dialogues in “lipstick jungle”. Abruptly, I’ve forgotten about that word for the last few weeks, not until Sherry uttered the word again last night. I was in pain and aggravation for the past few days, trying hard to recall back the word that went missing in this tiny brain of mine, and it is such relieve when the word suddenly popped out. Only God and Sherry know how kiasu I was, struggling to look for the word “conjure” in the dictionary, looking for any word that starts with C. It is ridiculous, I know, but I just love the satisfaction when, you know…when you finally found the word. Is Grace Ikie afraid to lose? Maybe? Hmm…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Random…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some people, they just won’t believe that I actually do have low self-esteem. I need no compliments, what I need is, love.ha3. That’s gibberish. c(=&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-7718658577427677782?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7718658577427677782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7718658577427677782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7718658577427677782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7718658577427677782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/03/between-those-grins.html' title='Between those grins'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7790310862012858179</id><published>2009-03-03T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:08:09.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my villain-time</title><content type='html'>Love is in the air. Or was? Ya..Ya.. I know it's the month of March already. Hmm..with lot's of things going on during last February; Ima's birthday, Sandra's wedding and Grace Ikie's birthday, I'm contented. I really am. Okey, I'm not. I want this (badly)...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa0npZux-hI/AAAAAAAAAhc/X6yYILmHl10/s1600-h/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa0npZux-hI/AAAAAAAAAhc/X6yYILmHl10/s400/b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308943127974902290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; else..(what a baddie!!! shame on you Grace Ikie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The attendees:&lt;br /&gt;Sherry, Didek, Mac, Chris &amp;amp; John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absentees:&lt;br /&gt;Aie, Lindsay, Fong2, Bebeth, Patty, Christine, Suzie &amp;amp; Gnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substitute for the cake:&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ho &amp;amp; Little Lebanon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my 22nd birthday, since I love surprises a LOT. And thanks to my best friend a.k.a Sherry, I had a blast though it's such a simple affair. Knowing that I love surprises, Sherry tried her very best to surprise me LAH, which she failed to, since I, ACCIDENTALLY, grab the refrigerator's door handle and start looking for icy-cool water, and...and... I saw a box of something, my curiosity level arises, and..and..and I took a tiny weeny peek of what inside and from there, I know what to expect for the surprise. Miahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my 22nd birthday, since two of my beloved friends came all the way from Unimas to join the celebration.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa09IYEMfAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/pG2FZ9sYZ_4/s1600-h/b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa09IYEMfAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/pG2FZ9sYZ_4/s400/b5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308966749847976962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my 22nd birthday, since I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phwoarr&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes instead of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traditional birthday&lt;/span&gt; cake.&lt;br /&gt;Do visit www.wgoodthings.blogspot.com for more pictures of  those cupcakes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa06iEZv7cI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jp1MS31Yn-g/s1600-h/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa06iEZv7cI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Jp1MS31Yn-g/s400/b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308963892711386562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my 22nd birthday and I don't know why I love counting those candles. Maybe I'll stop  when I start counting my age backwards.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa09Ht_yj0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/cXrNeGDqbF8/s1600-h/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa09Ht_yj0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/cXrNeGDqbF8/s400/b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308966738555211586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my 22nd birthday, since I can puff and puff and make the bubbles in the sisha's bottle swirling&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa09ICGwXFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/H90N-RSlRE8/s1600-h/b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa09ICGwXFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/H90N-RSlRE8/s400/b4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308966743953136722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my 21st, 20th &amp;amp; 19th birthday where I had all the chickas gathered together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;For all the birthday wishes; be it sms, comments on facebook, friendster, phone calls, etc.,  thank you&lt;br /&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/504355880649197989-7790310862012858179?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7790310862012858179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7790310862012858179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7790310862012858179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7790310862012858179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-my-villain-time.html' title='Be my villain-time'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/Sa0npZux-hI/AAAAAAAAAhc/X6yYILmHl10/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-3763176476915686437</id><published>2009-02-04T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:00:44.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, talk to me please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"I haven't lost my smile at all, it's right under my nose. I just forgotten it was there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi and bye to Mr. Doulos&lt;br /&gt;(Grace: Where's those Korean volunteers?Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Sherry: Hiding somewhere behind the books maybe, I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;*grace alert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpQ4S0L85I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Hza_l5RROLI/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpQ4S0L85I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Hza_l5RROLI/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299136839608431506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpQSM-UPuI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZYCAC9RlDHQ/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpQSM-UPuI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZYCAC9RlDHQ/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299136185205276386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2009, I welcome you with big smile, open heart and full with enthusiasm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpPjmkaAeI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XCHhR9PoQio/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpPjmkaAeI/AAAAAAAAAfM/XCHhR9PoQio/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135384622072290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpTjfXqoqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Asz1H5-vhmg/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpTjfXqoqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Asz1H5-vhmg/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299139780736098978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 2009, I'll sing my heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpT56fBiQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rjqpIHti7cw/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpT56fBiQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rjqpIHti7cw/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299140165971839234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And be good to my friends (*extra good to Kate_)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpVR6H-BJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/O9XvnxZzj5o/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpVR6H-BJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/O9XvnxZzj5o/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299141677703627922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To think outside the box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpVolba8uI/AAAAAAAAAgE/C5fxXKxc5UI/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpVolba8uI/AAAAAAAAAgE/C5fxXKxc5UI/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299142067285062370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And reach for the stars (* no more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;singing for the moon, &lt;/span&gt;it just won't work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpWZKwMtGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/StSK_tFtzVk/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpWZKwMtGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/StSK_tFtzVk/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299142901938041954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will try to say no to shisha (* fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpXOrUGAWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dgO4iLBdqg0/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpXOrUGAWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dgO4iLBdqg0/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299143821211599202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paying Barzing less visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpXhwsjTMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Piefl0OAifs/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpXhwsjTMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Piefl0OAifs/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144149073874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go to tranquil Ruai more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpYGSqSxlI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XXmWcN6Njv8/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpYGSqSxlI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XXmWcN6Njv8/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144776666498642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make new friends anywhere, anyhow, anywhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpYhJK8S3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/l_OC1zOkvsA/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpYhJK8S3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/l_OC1zOkvsA/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299145237975550834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;may more pigeon feet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpYvwrXP7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/NkFlqWrL450/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpYvwrXP7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/NkFlqWrL450/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299145489098686386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keep secrets to oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpZjyewMII/AAAAAAAAAg8/WTiakH2jFqw/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpZjyewMII/AAAAAAAAAg8/WTiakH2jFqw/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146382935863426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but still, i have to express myself nyeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpZ5P_WvjI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oDt0rB6Ja8c/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpZ5P_WvjI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oDt0rB6Ja8c/s400/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146751634488882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008 is gone, 2009 is tagging along n 2010 is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;n aih..im getting older..hu3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&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/504355880649197989-3763176476915686437?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3763176476915686437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=3763176476915686437' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3763176476915686437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3763176476915686437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-talk-to-me-please.html' title='2009, talk to me please'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SYpQ4S0L85I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Hza_l5RROLI/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-8963989164944565623</id><published>2008-12-12T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:16:18.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad tidings this month brings</title><content type='html'>In PTPL we had this thing call mentor-mentee group where all of us tutors were assigned to taking care/ looking after  a number of students and it is COMPULSORY for each group to organize one big event (and it is supposed to be grand.hmm talking about grand,where on earth are we suppose to look for sponsors?) for each month. For this month, our group had a Christmas' Party. Here are some of the snippets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM5TWmm4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/40oAGNDSwAc/s1600-h/Image355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM5TWmm4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/40oAGNDSwAc/s400/Image355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279147735539686274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM4znXXzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_MrV9sM_ZoU/s1600-h/Image354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM4znXXzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_MrV9sM_ZoU/s400/Image354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279147727020056370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PTPL's angels..and one particular cute seraph =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM4rV_8YI/AAAAAAAAAew/59BahhLzV0U/s1600-h/Image353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM4rV_8YI/AAAAAAAAAew/59BahhLzV0U/s400/Image353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279147724799734146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM4fzTpvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oir2cpFKsTc/s1600-h/Image352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM4fzTpvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oir2cpFKsTc/s400/Image352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279147721701435122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM30QH8gI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zqk3pg1-cJ4/s1600-h/Image351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM30QH8gI/AAAAAAAAAeg/zqk3pg1-cJ4/s400/Image351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279147710011142658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL5C_OebI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LkTvH_8poms/s1600-h/Image349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL5C_OebI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LkTvH_8poms/s400/Image349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279146631635040690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was too occupied with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'let's eat those food'&lt;/span&gt; game. Thus, no pictures during makan2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL4zJl8UI/AAAAAAAAAeI/XJZhRCYv7Tc/s1600-h/Image348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL4zJl8UI/AAAAAAAAAeI/XJZhRCYv7Tc/s400/Image348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279146627383554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL4WkpLMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0veRtbUajA/s1600-h/Image347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL4WkpLMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0veRtbUajA/s400/Image347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279146619712384194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL4KyON_I/AAAAAAAAAd4/hxoZ5qp2lyY/s1600-h/Image346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNL4KyON_I/AAAAAAAAAd4/hxoZ5qp2lyY/s400/Image346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279146616548112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNJslk7prI/AAAAAAAAAdw/shv08eIeCxQ/s1600-h/Image345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNJslk7prI/AAAAAAAAAdw/shv08eIeCxQ/s400/Image345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279144218558441138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I demand to know who is the prettiest among us 4 now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNJr-AK9cI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hP-MbIHDWvc/s1600-h/Image343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNJr-AK9cI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hP-MbIHDWvc/s400/Image343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279144207935272386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, I won since I am. No doubt. Huarghh..Huarghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNJrnebvmI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bwi-6JE9ZLQ/s1600-h/Image328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNJrnebvmI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bwi-6JE9ZLQ/s400/Image328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279144201888185954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With this entry, I would like to wish all of you "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; A v&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;y h&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ap&lt;/span&gt;py, h&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;y &amp;amp; gl&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ori&lt;/span&gt;ous Chris&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tma&lt;/span&gt;s!!! Ho..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt;..Ho.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eryo&lt;/span&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-8963989164944565623?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/8963989164944565623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=8963989164944565623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8963989164944565623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8963989164944565623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-tidings-this-month-brings.html' title='Glad tidings this month brings'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUNM5TWmm4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/40oAGNDSwAc/s72-c/Image355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7185786477883575848</id><published>2008-12-11T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:37:27.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh leave those sh**s</title><content type='html'>Cue: Christmas song (Noel..Noel..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima’s Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQLxKu6EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sIl62hoE2Hc/s1600-h/Image342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQLxKu6EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sIl62hoE2Hc/s400/Image342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278447663873714242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTPL’s Christmas bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQK2V4jNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eR8YqRvuzCc/s1600-h/Image338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQK2V4jNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eR8YqRvuzCc/s400/Image338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278447648082791634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these two things are brought together, lighted up, they become this:&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQLmRWJTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J-PD-BJsBeU/s1600-h/Image340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQLmRWJTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J-PD-BJsBeU/s400/Image340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278447660948661554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQMFO8ZWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a_X6CJvhYO0/s1600-h/Image343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQMFO8ZWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/a_X6CJvhYO0/s400/Image343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278447669260084578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, when I was giving lecture in class, and when my students are still in the state of ‘masih blur la miss’, out of the blue, a number of anonymous fellas dressed in red, some even in Santa Claus outfit, were Carolling outside. We were like, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cricket sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. I’m in Christmas mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-7185786477883575848?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7185786477883575848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7185786477883575848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7185786477883575848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7185786477883575848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-leave-those-shs.html' title='Oh leave those sh**s'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDQLxKu6EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sIl62hoE2Hc/s72-c/Image342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7979948864158327736</id><published>2008-12-10T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:09:28.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could see me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not a young adult anymore. I'm an adult. Why did I make such statement? This is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momoi's dad told her to call me &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aunty Grace&lt;/span&gt;, but I insist to be called as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Kakak Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And to which Momoi did. Heart you Momoi. Whereas Baby Ryan not even once address me as Kakak, all he ever said to me was nothing but Chebau, and that's how he is given 'Ryan-the Chebau' nickname by his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDExfsShxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/06zOvE090wA/s1600-h/Image316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDExfsShxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/06zOvE090wA/s400/Image316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278435117878118162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDEx9_x8xI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SsFRRtTC8KY/s1600-h/Image314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDEx9_x8xI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SsFRRtTC8KY/s400/Image314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278435126012932882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a caring person who cares for her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Visited a student who met with an accident. We talk a bit, had some trashy comments on others, took some pictures (which is a must) before headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDJwm3Y50I/AAAAAAAAAcw/MnNwVn0TYCE/s1600-h/Image336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDJwm3Y50I/AAAAAAAAAcw/MnNwVn0TYCE/s400/Image336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278440600181991234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDJwEa7saI/AAAAAAAAAco/YGrg49JZ7oc/s1600-h/Image335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDJwEa7saI/AAAAAAAAAco/YGrg49JZ7oc/s400/Image335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278440590935830946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDJvw833WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WDue4Mb9k94/s1600-h/Image328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDJvw833WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WDue4Mb9k94/s400/Image328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278440585709477218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a family-oriented person. I nearly had my tears on when I celebrated Aunty Winnie's birthday. The atmosphere reminds me of my family back in Sarikei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDG9Bn1YyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_IdF4tktxQg/s1600-h/Image354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDG9Bn1YyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_IdF4tktxQg/s400/Image354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278437514988053282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDG9erm6_I/AAAAAAAAAcI/1N6ArYcqA2I/s1600-h/Image352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDG9erm6_I/AAAAAAAAAcI/1N6ArYcqA2I/s400/Image352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278437522788510706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so full of myself. Sometimes, I'm so disgusted to see me giving compliments to none other than yours truly me. I think I should check myself  into an asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so good at window-shopping and at trying on any garments that I like but won't purchase due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kes tidak berdu~.&lt;/span&gt; The picture says it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDG9zdQE0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/vQFrAHG0Xp4/s1600-h/Image360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDG9zdQE0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/vQFrAHG0Xp4/s400/Image360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278437528365437762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-7979948864158327736?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7979948864158327736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7979948864158327736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7979948864158327736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7979948864158327736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-could-see-me-now.html' title='If you could see me now'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUDExfsShxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/06zOvE090wA/s72-c/Image316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-4848909370627106765</id><published>2008-12-10T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:23:29.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoh leh</title><content type='html'>In my previous entries, I've been whining and complaining about how much I hate my state of being (now) until I had bellyache. Well, it's somehow lame and full of drama. So, here I am to lower down my ego and admit that I enjoy some bits (or maybe more) of this so called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; transition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Meet our virus-survival pc. My colleagues and I are very proud of it. Even virus nipah can't bring it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrOrHraXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vRWVUxva64Q/s1600-h/8+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrOrHraXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vRWVUxva64Q/s400/8+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278407031859669362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something dishearten&lt;s&gt; skimpy &lt;/s&gt; me, I will lift my head high, chin up and fix my dozy eyes on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrNo_L-WI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JuJJfrh7cf8/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrNo_L-WI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JuJJfrh7cf8/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278407014107314530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Meaning to say, I'm an A++ employee if all the &lt;s&gt; students&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;guests are contented with my service. Sounds like an easy job huh...oh well, i leave that for you to ponder upon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who made this. Saya...punya students. They finished it after 4 excruciating hours. Just imagine how tiring it is to finish this thing up when the weather is kinda windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrOeJ7Z3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/koyr3b0vUDQ/s1600-h/8+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrOeJ7Z3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/koyr3b0vUDQ/s400/8+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278407028379445106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I do have adopted class. Don't believe me? Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrOXLq1-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/11KBYFZMQfo/s1600-h/7+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrOXLq1-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/11KBYFZMQfo/s400/7+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278407026507700194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC5-yYdmzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PAH6lEkf_1E/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC5-yYdmzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PAH6lEkf_1E/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278423251605625650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's my name. GRACE. And the class is Merapok. So far, my class still can be categorized as clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last tuesday, &lt;s&gt;indocafe-man&lt;/s&gt; indocafe-van paid a visit to our college. Every single living thing that resides in the college was sprinting like those Olympics' sprinters, claiming their free cups, in my case, three.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC_FKxQQlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LtCMmv4sHZA/s1600-h/Image365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC_FKxQQlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LtCMmv4sHZA/s400/Image365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278428858789413458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh... The joy of free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC5_x4e_kI/AAAAAAAAAbY/utEOvmS-5iI/s1600-h/Image364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC5_x4e_kI/AAAAAAAAAbY/utEOvmS-5iI/s400/Image364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278423268651368002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC5_YZM1yI/AAAAAAAAAbI/MBwZbHF0pp4/s1600-h/Image362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUC5_YZM1yI/AAAAAAAAAbI/MBwZbHF0pp4/s400/Image362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278423261809268514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups of indocafe equals to 1 sleepless night and a giddy head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-4848909370627106765?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/4848909370627106765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=4848909370627106765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4848909370627106765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4848909370627106765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/12/yoh-leh.html' title='Yoh leh'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SUCrOrHraXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/vRWVUxva64Q/s72-c/8+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-4383482297721219550</id><published>2008-12-02T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:58:33.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a cheapskate</title><content type='html'>Being self-centered is what we human being good at. I'm not practically talking about someone here, but in general. Is cheapskate equivalent to self-centered?If you ask me, I would say yes. Being a cheapskate myself and &lt;s&gt;working &lt;/s&gt; around people which more cheapskateR than I do, make me realize that I am not alone. I have no reason to feel ashamed or etc. But as seconds goes, and the end of the month comes, I feel so AAAARRRRRGGGHHH... Even the a4 papers kena catu. Ridiculous. Won't say anything more about this paper thingie, for I still need my job. Next, about facilities. Picture these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You are using &lt;s&gt; computer &lt;/s&gt; that is provided for all, I repeat, provided for all, for public use, untuk kemudahan awam, and suddenly someone said, "Eh, kamek mok pake lok" and just park his butt on the chair in front of the computer. How would you react? Just accept it bluntly and fake a smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There is this thing on your working table, and suddenly this person, who comes from nowhere, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;maybe sent by God, to test your level of 'calmness' asking for this particular thing&lt;/span&gt;, which is of course doesn't belong to that person, and he/she keeps on insisting to have it, though you are reluctant, very reluctant, next, you see his/her hands, snatching away that thing of yours, dan dengan selambanya said thank you. What will you do? Just send her away with your not-blinking eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! People! People! My reputation as the living legendary cheapskate is ruined. No living things ever heard about cheapskate being bullied like this. So people, I'm a cheapskate no more. I am a merciful &amp;amp; ever giving person, maha pengasih, you ask, and i'll give. Just so you know, I don't like being the victim of the cubicle wars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-4383482297721219550?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/4383482297721219550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=4383482297721219550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4383482297721219550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4383482297721219550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-cheapskate.html' title='Being a cheapskate'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-1246521392320101248</id><published>2008-11-17T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:16:12.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Tea'/><title type='text'>A place called here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Thank God it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Friday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see me in a very high spirit when it's finally Friday. I  get so excited since I can relax on the next day and the day after next. I can sleep late at night, and wake up around noon. I have nothing to do beside eating, watching tv and sleeping. That's the ideal way of life I'm wishing for. Not healthy? Peduli apa aku. Asal bahagia geng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's count the days together once again. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. Thank God it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You see, I have to work from Monday to Saturday like a cow. I can't eat like a pig and sleep like ular sawa anymore. If I were a cow, for sure I'll suffer from mad cow disease. Arghh.. I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; my job. I envy those people who get the job they like. Okay, I don't mind if I get the job that I don't like, as long as my pay slip has many zeros on it or, the figure starts with 3 and followed by 3 zeros. Then, I would love my job. Dear employer, I know that I'm wishing for something that is ridiculous. I don't ask for much, just pay me with reasonable salary, amount that tally with my qualification. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I went to Semenggoh with my aunty and met my cousin there around noon. Holy guacamole, he losts a lot of kg. It's not fair. How come he lost weight so easily? (Mestila, dia hari2 gardening. Mana tak kurus kan? I should join him there, but can I endure it? Since they have classes in the morning and in the afternoon, gardening &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classes&lt;/span&gt; in the field. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Studying&lt;/span&gt; under the scorching sun?I salute uu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, aunty and I went to her friend's house at Kpg Tematu. I tell you, I was so shocked when I heard they communicate with their voices to the max, plus, in Bidayuh language, as if they are trying to grab each other throats. I was stunned and speechless. The funny thing is, my aunt understand every single Bidayuh words her friend uttered, and she answered her back in Melayu Sarawak. They were like ayam and itik. Phua Chu Kang once quoted, "Don't play2.The power of friendship." Bluff. I quoted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty really knows to cook. I enjoy her cooking more than mom's.hua3. Don't go and tell my mom.It's a secret. She will freak out of she finds out. She cooked steamed mince pork, soy sauce taugeh, emm what else, yes, my favourite, daun ubi. I heart you aunty.he3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we met Sandra, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mutual friend. &lt;/span&gt;Sandra and I went to Parkson while aunty went to chop off her damaged hair. Oh how I hate window shopping. I had to tie up my hands and open up my eyes wide.  Next,  we headed to The Spring. They went for shopping and me sightseeing. Next next next next, around 3pm,we went to Food &amp;amp; Tea &lt;s&gt; for brunch, lunch, lunch, hi-tea &lt;/s&gt; to grab something to eat.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYq-3xjOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CPTxSBMxAz0/s1600-h/Image276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYq-3xjOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CPTxSBMxAz0/s400/Image276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269872009431583970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I like about going  out  with them is, they never let me pay for the food.he3. Happy. I had pork rib &amp;amp; teh c peng special + jelly, but they called it tea....hong kong style. Lame. Just call it teh c peng la. I enjoy their company and I can't wait to meet them again next week. Ok, this entry is just an excuse for me to congratulate Miss Mary &amp;amp; Miss Sandra on their graduation this coming Friday. Have a nice and pleasant journey to KL ya. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, this is a picture of me:&lt;br /&gt;(Trust me, I was munching on food here, that's why I'm tembam. Lame. Ha3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYrZmYPDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gimQ2I6haDc/s1600-h/Image284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYrZmYPDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gimQ2I6haDc/s400/Image284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269872016606379058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJan5YL_rI/AAAAAAAAAZs/xc9Cy62jFoo/s1600-h/Image287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJan5YL_rI/AAAAAAAAAZs/xc9Cy62jFoo/s400/Image287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269874155440570034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying her best to strike a pose here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYrQDmhzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CQe9wapPzX4/s1600-h/Image281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYrQDmhzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/CQe9wapPzX4/s400/Image281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269872014044596018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJanqDG0HI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Kh0mILPblg0/s1600-h/Image286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJanqDG0HI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Kh0mILPblg0/s400/Image286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269874151325618290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYrOBYSVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dEVPOQw2xOk/s1600-h/Image279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYrOBYSVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dEVPOQw2xOk/s400/Image279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269872013498403154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-1246521392320101248?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/1246521392320101248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=1246521392320101248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/1246521392320101248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/1246521392320101248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/11/place-called-here.html' title='A place called here'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SSJYq-3xjOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CPTxSBMxAz0/s72-c/Image276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7300367361438609594</id><published>2008-11-17T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:41:33.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags from Cindy &amp; Aileen, the long-lost childhood friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; Cindy's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Leading a luxurious &amp;amp; worry-free life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Boyfriends or friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Friends. Don't ask me why. I know, you know, we know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Not even once. I've committed enough sins to book a ticket to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Sadly. Nope. That's why I talk a lot. To attract people's attention and thus gain some confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;::Let me change the question. How many money tree you want to plant? Answer: Thousands of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Of course I do.I can make rainbow, you and you and you also can. So, no doubt even the rain can make one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::Having a better job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Oh yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. What’s is your favourite television series?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::channel 303. macam2 ada uu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. What are you really afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Dark room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11.What is your bad habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I curse a lot. I easily fall in love, and when I do, it's impossible to let go of that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people who hates you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I know VOODOO... So, hate me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Yesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Terebai? Terbang? MAS? AirAsia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Teh c peng special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. Most unexpected gift you received so far and when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: A month ago. Each and every gifts given by my students. Thank you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Cyndyian. A neighbour in KML. The owner of cd/mp3 player that I ACCIDENTALLY ruined. Gila tahap dewa. ha3. jangan marah cyn. I mean gila in a good way ya...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. What have you done to yourself make yourself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I bought myself all the things I like, as presents for living my life to the fullest though full of turbulence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. What will you become in another 10 years to come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Shopping from 10 to 10, 24-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;20. What have you achieved in life lately to make it better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Working like mad and still can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question form above and add in your personal question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notify them in their cBox that they’ve been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;     GNET the olga, Patt the copet, Eeyzaa, Emmy, Bridget the M&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ei Fon, Sherry the not-so-ajik, Wanie the ngegeh, Feri the ferry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aileen's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tag by continuing this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone definitely has his/hers, including me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to college?&lt;br /&gt;5 months back, hating it. This very moment, cherishing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Spend! Spend! Spend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;No. That will make me a gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Both la wei.Bertepuk sebelah tangan takkan berbunyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List 5 favourite movies.&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any right now. Wait. Titanic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Keep on dreaming living happily ever after with him. Tak salah ba kan. Just in case Mr C read this, I would like to change the answer with this; move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List 5 favourite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;1N2D&lt;br /&gt;Star Golden Bell&lt;br /&gt;The Amazing Race Asia&lt;br /&gt;CSI dramas&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Living a luxurious and happy life. Big house. Nice car with gorgeous chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person that tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Aileen, many many years back, she was nice and friendly, hope she still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite color?&lt;br /&gt;blue, green, black, white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my best, that for sure la. Everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two person simultaneously, which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves me as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are the top 5 countries on your "to-go" list?&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia,Korea, Japan, Paris, England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 things you would like to do but would never be able to.&lt;br /&gt;Riding roller coaster and ENJOYING it. Bungee jump. Surfing the wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged.&lt;br /&gt; GNET the olga, Patt the copet, Eeyzaa, Emmy, Bridget the M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ei Fon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &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/504355880649197989-7300367361438609594?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7300367361438609594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7300367361438609594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7300367361438609594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7300367361438609594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/11/cannanother-tag-this-time-from.html' title='Tags from Cindy &amp; Aileen, the long-lost childhood friend'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-2523528131313242676</id><published>2008-11-05T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:08:03.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Life</title><content type='html'>Working life.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Too much of responsibilities on my back.&lt;br /&gt;Being the financial minister on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Managing my own life, being an amateur in decision making, leads me to a world full of turbulence,&lt;br /&gt;one after another.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 7, I like.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home at 6, can't complaint.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Living in my own comfort zone is what I'm wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;Call me daddy's girl ka, mummy's girl ka, I don't mind, since I am one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-2523528131313242676?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/2523528131313242676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=2523528131313242676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2523528131313242676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2523528131313242676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-life.html' title='Working Life'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-3069665311583963826</id><published>2008-10-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:44:47.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it hot!</title><content type='html'>A week ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, can you fetch me a bit later? I still have work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You have RM20 with you now, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aikks? Tak menjawab soalan pulak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nope, not even a single cent. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your dad, he called an hour ago and asked us to take your car from kedai, but I’m short of RM20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Really?! Today?! Now?! Step has RM50 with her. She has the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She spent them already. Not a single cent left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apu.. Keni deh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (So how?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nevermind, I’ll try to talk to that taukeh and we pay the other RM20 when your dad comes back from Bau. How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can.. Of course.. ( Macam tak confident jak bunyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, malu la if we owe that taukeh RM20. Don’t you have any piggy banks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ada..If you tidak malu to pay with coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ikie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At least much better than berhutang ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, my mom, my brother and I, with muka tidak tau malu, made our way to the kedai and guess who had to cling to the coins? Me! Ishh.. Malu bukan kepalang ni.. Even the taukeh said, &lt;em&gt;“ Wah, is these all your savings?”&lt;/em&gt; Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for the car payment and the car registration, mom left me and my brother behind to inspect the car, in case there are any dents or scratches (since she’s late for work.hmm..). In my opinion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she’s not suppose to rely on us to check on the car since, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number one&lt;/strong&gt;, we absolutely know nothing about this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number two,&lt;/strong&gt; we are blinded by the new car (we won’t be able to spot any damage on it, to us, the car is perfect) and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number three,&lt;/strong&gt; we won’t take any responsibility if the car’s condition is somehow not ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We circled the car around and round and round for at least 5 times, under the scorching sun. Now, I look tanned! Ciss.. As I was reversing the car and heading the main road, suddenly my brother screamed out, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Hey, the speed should not be more than 40!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dude, I nearly had a heart attack, just so you know. So, I was thinking, what the heck, 40? Why? What seems to be the problem? And he said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“When driving new car, you should not speed, in other words, not more than 40, understand?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I was like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Say who?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My brother who seems to know everything replied &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Ceh, nyak pun enda nemu ka? Everyone knows that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I drove all the way home at 40. Just imagine how slow that is. Luckily, it wasn’t peak hours and not many cars are around.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we arrive home safely. Later that day, my dad arrived from Bau. We told him the whole story and he just laughed saying, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;“Praise the Lord. The car is here and you two reached home safely. Next time you drive the car, not more than 60 ya.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Earlier, my dad and I had agreed on this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he will drive myvi and I will drive kelisa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNTIL&lt;/em&gt; I’m used to the roads in Kuching, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNTIL&lt;/em&gt; I’m confident enough to drive around Kuching, with no one to assist me and I have to make sure I won’t meet any accident in the near future &lt;em&gt;(for the car’s sake, not mine.hu3). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until then, I can’t even lay my eyes on the car. &lt;em&gt;(So mean…)&lt;/em&gt; In order to drive that car, maybe I have to wait patiently, uncomplainingly for 1 year or maybe 2 years? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, until then, I'll be driving this &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262728948388203074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj4GG3YCkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fbUjV-2TZNs/s400/PA251042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262728955119790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj4Gf8T58I/AAAAAAAAAYM/racrJ-JErYI/s400/PA251043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh..I love the smell of the new car, though it's not good for health. &lt;em&gt;The smell of deadly chemicals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262728958680836946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj4GtNVK1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/idZSEGOV1TE/s400/PA251055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And dad will have myviwife&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262728959614586802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj4Gwr9D7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/jDM_r8A19_4/s400/PA251056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262728945876823906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj4F9gnb2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ALhTymw9sJE/s400/PA251031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Spikey the cowardly-senile dog. He is still afraid of the myv&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262731286085266386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj6OLdya9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/3RM07Ay-svA/s400/PA251060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My younger sis, &lt;em&gt;kepoh&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262731273684663058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj6NdRQOxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/E0XhPFDdmis/s400/PA251057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262733975985464066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj8qwH-IwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tf2AD4VrOVU/s400/PA251058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-3069665311583963826?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3069665311583963826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=3069665311583963826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3069665311583963826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3069665311583963826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-it-hot.html' title='I like it hot!'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQj4GG3YCkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fbUjV-2TZNs/s72-c/PA251042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-3590320496891997064</id><published>2008-10-27T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:28:10.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rascall Flatts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Pocket full of sunshine</title><content type='html'>After 5 best months in my life, I’m going to leave Sarikei and brace myself to experience the next chapter in my life. I summarize those 5 months with; tons of interesting and kind people to care for, masses of memories to cherish, and great friendship to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a bright future, for the courage for coming this far, BRAVO my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wish for all of you who came about in my life (by Rascal Flatts):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you keep on walking till you find the window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.I hope you never look back, but you never forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures with 2A class:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262039905336689762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaFaheGBGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ylhnerh_i0A/s400/PA220900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262039921021492114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaFbb5pG5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/1W3w7ihml1U/s400/PA220901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262039927157979634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaFbywsefI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KlAK_2O3MwA/s400/PA220907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262039940934488818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaFcmFRUvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oTWJQstR66w/s400/PA220914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262042477055971218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaHwN3wD5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/A04PEw5rPBs/s400/PA220920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262039933886759330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaFcL09gaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/coXA57nwWOo/s400/PA220908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With 2C:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262037684515825186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaDZQRI5iI/AAAAAAAAAU8/j5TnfarYex0/s400/PA220868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262037691891426434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaDZrvnpII/AAAAAAAAAVE/XRMpxRYQhxY/s400/PA220867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262037693051380706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaDZwELI-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Tv9CDZ7xUpI/s400/PA220872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035087824387970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaBCG1p_4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Lw1XagocRCs/s400/PA220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262037697690520946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaDaBWOzXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uTubTds-Pr0/s400/PA220873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262037706378565282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaDahtn1qI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ryto4GS9G8A/s400/PA220875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With 2D: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262050993667671010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaPf8uNg-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Cl-i-4_WUPw/s400/PA230981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262050086612517426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaOrJraQjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HeJlirWqakA/s400/PA230975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035092810780322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaBCZagTqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qgEK4_mRqRw/s400/PA23096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035084566386322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaBB6s41pI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jiwcNGx1pOY/s400/A230968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035080575981394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaBBr1gF1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/oR2Mf8ZoDgI/s400/A230965j.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262049127820705090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaNzV5oPUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9QP6-KzbgSI/s400/PA230974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035070298701058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaBBFjNPQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_d3ebVmITOI/s400/A230965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gifts which the kids had prepared for me. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;AN&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; Y&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U &lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262042494861578642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaHxQM8EZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Ace1dd6dBy0/s400/new6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262045081564423794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaKH0a9JnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YjUp8qWcH-w/s400/PA241000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the small gifts I had prepared specially for them&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262042485381058338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaHws4mzyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mpjxU0sEV7c/s400/new1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My&lt;em&gt; humble&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cubicle&lt;/em&gt;; the one with blue plastic chair&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262048386991744930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaNIOGPZ6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/H8kWFXT7d_U/s400/PA220923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't figure out which one? Ha3. Nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is my always-messy-table&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262042489609813698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaHw8o0fsI/AAAAAAAAAWk/o2_EiJ6HW_w/s400/new3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;em&gt;small alley&lt;/em&gt;, just behind my chair is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lorong Ketam Laka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalan Pinang Laka punya adik beradik),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since there is so little space too walk around that you have to walk sideway, emm.. In order to avoid minor accidents such as butts accident (punggung berlaga dengan punggung)we have to imitate ketam's walk style to pass through this lane safetly. Some jimmy neutron wannabe, I mean, some concern students suggested for traffic light to be built here.Hmm.. boleh dipertimbangkan. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262042483835781490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaHwnILwXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/J3e_WjTSnwg/s400/new2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And these are my fellow colleagues. Those who helped me a lot in doing the lesson plan (not in the pictures, Kong, Sia and Noorzie): &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262045091998334482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaKIbSl_hI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QH2Vsc95Y7A/s400/1_483735429l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Melissa, Me, Faridah, Jessica)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262045075764255602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaKHe0Fm3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/GjxdZWO6mms/s400/new5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262045067629421682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaKHAgl5HI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XETloKc5K8k/s400/new4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-3590320496891997064?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3590320496891997064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=3590320496891997064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3590320496891997064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3590320496891997064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/10/pocket-full-of-sunshine.html' title='Pocket full of sunshine'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SQaFaheGBGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ylhnerh_i0A/s72-c/PA220900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-4340666159863046680</id><published>2008-10-21T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:26:33.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill at ease</title><content type='html'>Friday, October 24th. Can't wait. Why? I don't know. Maybe I'm too thrilled to leave the school for good, leaving behind everything I had within these 6 months and leading another way of life in Kuching? I don't know. Maybe, just maybe, I'm used to living in this kind of teacher-students world; meeting the students, teaching them, scolding them, advising them, joking with them. Literally speaking, my whole life is revolving around them. As if, they are a part of me, just like family to me, and as important. Just thinking about not having them in my life anymore, makes me feel empty inside. I feel like there's still thousands and millions of things/knowledge I would like to share with them. I can't express how I feel right now. What I can say is, I'm in uneasiness. I don't think I can ever leave the school with light-hearted, after all the memories, the friendships that had been budding and blooming all this while, I don't think I can. Or maybe, it is just a “I-don’t-want-to-leave-here” syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe how much I cherish someone whom I just met for 5 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-4340666159863046680?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/4340666159863046680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=4340666159863046680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4340666159863046680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4340666159863046680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-at-ease.html' title='Ill at ease'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-3062612420830653962</id><published>2008-10-18T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:43:22.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google</title><content type='html'>Dropped by Patt's blog last night and she mentioned something about "googling up oneself". Memandangkan I have nothing to do, and since I'm as free as a bird, I buka my laptop and googled up my name. I find it's quite entertaining, seeing my name here and there. Guess someone has a new hobby now! Googling up myself. Hua3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258709530776276002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPqwdNbhjCI/AAAAAAAAATE/MfvK12ye9ds/s400/ChoiWOoHyuK-autumn+in+my+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Can you recognise who this guy is?&lt;br /&gt;This dashing-looking chap is Choi Woo Hyuk. Does this name sound familiar to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nope?&lt;br /&gt;Apu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you have watched "Autumn In My Heart", you will definitely recognize this pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Does it ring a bell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still nope?&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you another pic then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258713067978402882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPqzrGiOrEI/AAAAAAAAATM/vK41dVordWc/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Still clueless? How about these pictures? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258713767897037266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq0T171edI/AAAAAAAAATU/HZH7JLaHK8Y/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714032334517522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq0jPCpNRI/AAAAAAAAATc/ozabB0qLj5M/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No way that good-looking fellow is the same boy in the autumn in my heart drama? Yes way! He once played as the young Joon Suh, whereas the adult was played by Song Seung Hun. It is amazing how much he has changed. Judging from that manly-face and hot-bod, I almost can't recognize him, at all. He is now 23 years old and currently studying filming at a university and is slated to play a role in the upcoming KBS “Empress Chun Chu“. Below are some of his recent pics.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714892694642578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq1VUIe35I/AAAAAAAAAUE/2V-xe-6of0k/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714879873223938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq1UkXnjQI/AAAAAAAAATk/vxaQEQRmIjY/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714890917297266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq1VNguvHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xAgJYsl6KNU/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714884007664594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq1UzxWG9I/AAAAAAAAATs/2f6WAhOtTik/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714887426067426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq1VAgWy-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/3h6ppCgLvzI/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258716458872440626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPq2wemXhzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QFF6oq1Com4/s400/choi_woo_hyuk_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CREDITS TO: &lt;a href="http://www.hanfever.com/"&gt;http://www.hanfever.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-3062612420830653962?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3062612420830653962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=3062612420830653962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3062612420830653962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3062612420830653962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/10/google.html' title='Google'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPqwdNbhjCI/AAAAAAAAATE/MfvK12ye9ds/s72-c/ChoiWOoHyuK-autumn+in+my+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-3001139630019399757</id><published>2008-10-11T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:14:25.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPChNyGt9wI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1bUf21pRCbk/s1600-h/butterfly_award.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255878023301691138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPChNyGt9wI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1bUf21pRCbk/s400/butterfly_award.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while you can&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;seize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I have been trying my very best to eat according the strict diet; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no carbohydrates and processed food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are allowed to be digested in my sagging stomach but masses of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fruits and veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Those days were filled with aggravation. I feel so weak and my brain simply contains pictures of lip-smacking food, all day long. And I ended up being like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255870311997196690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPCaM7QdSZI/AAAAAAAAASE/EvdurORXAhU/s400/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Physically and mentally weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I keep on feeling hungry, I try to focus on my other things and tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caingS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255869580404371266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPCZiV3Ir0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/KyY3y58RbpI/s400/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With Jess(*Talking craps and serious dicussion on how to cook crabs)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255870650738628930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPCagpKtWUI/AAAAAAAAASM/h_L70A-diFI/s400/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt; *Faridah secretly took this picture of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255873841542428690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPCdaX1neBI/AAAAAAAAASs/oNh77PDcxOU/s400/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And Jess secretly captured Faridah's one-million-worth-fluffy-hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255871257284264162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPCbD8udQOI/AAAAAAAAASU/sXp9CgqguWU/s400/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying my best to look 'kio' here&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255873201571068610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPCc1HwjesI/AAAAAAAAASk/H_xz9-xr6x0/s400/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255872139700541858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPCb3T-5GaI/AAAAAAAAASc/FiULvI5x7r0/s400/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so helpless. Why can’t I just stick to the diet for 1 month so that I can shed off few kilos? Is it really that hard? I have to really work on a new shedding-off-few-kilos plan starting from tomorrow. Maybe I should start exercising. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huahuahua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Impossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“The opposite of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; is not &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;, but, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to finish this post with the most important part. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the butterfly award and for the abundant love you have for me and for reading my blog (* for reckoning that it’s cool). I’m flattered. He3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I would like to nominate other blogs which I think are cool: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step with &lt;a href="http://stephie87.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Untie Me From Those Steel Tracks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faridah with &lt;a href="http://feri08.blogspot.com/2008/09/kuching.html" target="_blank"&gt;kuching&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emmy with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dahlianae.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Seventh Circle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eeyzaa with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gumpylife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;. g u m p y . a s . i t . i s .&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanie (she told me not to link hers, but still I think hers is cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom I had nominated and decided to accept this award, please follow these simple steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Nominate 10 other blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Add links to those blogs on yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Done- (*Wee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/504355880649197989-3001139630019399757?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/3001139630019399757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=3001139630019399757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3001139630019399757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/3001139630019399757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/10/sheer-pathetic.html' title='Sheer pathetic'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SPChNyGt9wI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1bUf21pRCbk/s72-c/butterfly_award.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-6430036471969819860</id><published>2008-10-06T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:05:13.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarikei vs Ikie</title><content type='html'>Recently, I bought this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253976242682159682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnfjlNpYkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p0bip7bWBaM/s400/P9280693.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253976973912293762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOngOJQfwYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tepajc8yxQ8/s400/P9280698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping in return my body will somehow change into something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253992397867411810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnuP799aWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uDOZdMY6ubQ/s400/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I trying to kid here? Me? And those legs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Macam tak mungkin jer... &lt;div&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m supposed to eat &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in equivalent with this&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253985029230814914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnnjBqF5sI/AAAAAAAAARk/Sw_FFIiSRF8/s400/fruits_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253986491744753810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOno4J8lmJI/AAAAAAAAARs/NM9fPg1SDsY/s400/JIF_Vegetable_Platter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had to completely eliminate these things from my diet; coffee, refined sugars and saturated fats, all of which act as toxins in the body. Fiber, including brown rice and organically-grown fresh fruits and vegetables is a must to chomp through. To cleanse and protect the liver herbs such as dandelion root, burdock and milk thistle, and green tea should be consumed as well. So here comes green tea from Watson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253977517296116770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOngtxhS5CI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P5nfaN5qBek/s400/Image224.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yummy or yucks? Absolutely yucks! Well, no pain, no gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, adakah Ikie akan berjaya? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teng..teng..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, my tastebuds failed me. Thanks to Sarikei, a small town, but has a lot to offer, I mean, in terms of food. Scrumptious, mouth-watering food is all over Sarikei, cheap some more. Mana tak menggugat keimanan orang tengah berdiet kan. Among those penggugat keimanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laksa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: RM 3.00 ONLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253978208712612114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnhWBP1WRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oT3Durb77gw/s400/Image068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kueh tiaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: RM 3.50 ONLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253978589435373986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnhsLjNqaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBAbUoZsKD0/s400/Image069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi sua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: RM 3.00 ONLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253979477618377714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnif4Siw_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZJyHoiXCauI/s400/Image122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nasi goreng hailam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(ps: with lots of meat inside!!!): RM 2.50 ONLY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253979042048436386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOniGhqk6KI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mGN6on2Ad1w/s400/Image108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Choc-more): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253980282754076114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnjOvp2jdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2Mc6cgfsJyo/s400/Image071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to these two fellow, sedap-lemak-berkrim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253980815759597234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnjtxQRXrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UYSpb171740/s400/Image076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253984021809403778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnmoYuHF4I/AAAAAAAAARU/Viwpk360P4U/s400/P9040421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                    (Kuih perahu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cheese-choc cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (one whole box): only RM40&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253982148978584418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnk7X4cq2I/AAAAAAAAARM/JZt-EA4MTzo/s400/P9040418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy karipap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253984553103426210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnnHT8egqI/AAAAAAAAARc/UaVlOwUtDqo/s400/P9040430.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I'm trying to promote Sarikei's food just like what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Airasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did, ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only knows to bluff people one, trying their best to advertise and sell out their &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hensem &amp;amp; good looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nasi lemak, sandwiches, etc with a bloody-expensive price. You all can trust me, those price I've stated are for REAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-6430036471969819860?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/6430036471969819860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=6430036471969819860' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6430036471969819860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6430036471969819860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarikei-vs-ikie.html' title='Sarikei vs Ikie'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOnfjlNpYkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p0bip7bWBaM/s72-c/P9280693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-8006644296102961564</id><published>2008-09-30T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:06:05.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shinee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nunan You&apos;re so pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noona You&apos;re so pretty'/><title type='text'>The face you can trust</title><content type='html'>Recently I’ve been feeling a greater sense of seniority in age in front of the juniors. But somehow, I feel pretty (well, at least when I listen to SHINee, singing ‘Noona is very pretty’. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Would have put up more new pictures but the internet is really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251733221115820770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHniiu5-uI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NL9eZ8APofQ/s400/i10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251736563954794770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHqlHx0wRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2wO6DIpgJbw/s400/i15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251736561125892962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHqk9PXI2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UWmtwqDT0d4/s400/i13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing upon the stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251736555668595618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHqko6PY6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/oLugRb7FY74/s400/i12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251736561506492626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHqk-qGoNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aJpdUr4Zfvs/s400/i14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251737300225442818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHrP-mbRAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GQY2RGR67rc/s400/i16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Angelina Jolie's pout&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251736552904536434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHqkenPMXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lIcgeFUcaDw/s400/i11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251733220683366626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHnihHzQOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yxlBNQrBwZs/s400/i9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251733216275503298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHniQs4mMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/13ObyEDjYT4/s400/i8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My right profile, better than the left one &lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730153270299490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHkv-HiS2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/gwVNGNPZwjo/s400/i3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251733216370364194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHniRDgDyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/u0Iix5bRpvU/s400/i6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730157429703730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHkwNnNxDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/H7nfkSFNHME/s400/i5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251733216342124690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHniQ8xKJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/88-2BOPj9mI/s400/i7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm bored here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ps: Noona is elder sis in korean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Noona is very pretty(replay) by Shinee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunan nomu yebusuh namjadeuri gaman an dwo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heundeurineun geunyuh mam sashil algo issuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geunyuh egeh sarangeun hansunganye neugimil boon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mwora haedo naegen salmye everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ama geunuhneun orin naega budam seuru oon gabwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nal baraboneun noonbichi malhaeju jalra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I think I’m gonna hate it girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geuti daga oneun gol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gaseumee malhaejunda nuga mworaedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunan nomu yebuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(geu geu nyureul boneun naneun) michyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ha hajiman ijen jichyuh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replay Replay Replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choo-ugee nae mameul halkwi-uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a apasuh ijen mameul) gochyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(da daga-eul ibyuleh nan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replay Replay Replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunan noye mvp booruh moomeh boodeuthaetji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neul shisun jibjoong geunyuh wa hamke itneun nan so cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jebal ee soneul noji malji don naye dajimeun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oneu songanbootuh gojishingol ara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ama geunyuneun chakhan naega byul jaemi obsona bwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nal daehaneun mom jishi malhago itjana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I think I’m gonna hate it girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geuti daga oneun gol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gasuemee sorachinda ibyul apehsuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noonan nomu yebuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(geu geunyureyl boneun naneun) michyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ha hajiman ijen jichyuh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make up Shake up Break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choo-ugee nae mameul halkwi-uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ah apasuh ijen mameul) gochyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(da daga-eul ibyulee nan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make up Shake up Break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah ah areumdaoon geunyuneyn ah ah ajigaju nuguwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jinshl doin sarangyeh maseul bonjugee obneun ge boonmyunghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah ah ahswibgeh do geunyuneyn ah ah ajik orin nayegen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jinshil doin sarangyeh maeumeul badeul soo obneunji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noonan nomu yebuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(geu geunyureul boneun naneun) michyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ha hajiman ijen jichyuh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replay Replay Replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choo-ugee nae mameul hal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ah apasuh ijen mameul) gochyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(da dagaol ibyuleh nan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replay Replay Replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunan nomu yebuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geu geunyureul boneun naneun michyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(uh geunyuhwa naye love) michyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ha hajiman ijen jichyuh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Uh I just go crazy ‘cuz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replay Replay Replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I I I love you girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choo-ugee nae mameul halki-uh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ah apasuh ijen mameul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(uh maeumee apasuh) gochyuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(da dagaol ibyuleh nan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yo I wanna hold U girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replay Replay Replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I I I love you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I keep thinkin ’bout you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunan nomu yebuh (I keep thinking ‘bout you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunan yebuh (I keep dreaming ‘bout you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jinshil doin sarangyeh maseul bon juke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunan nomu yebuh (I keep thinking bout you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunan yeh buh (I keep dreaming ’bout you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jinshil doin sarangyeh maeumeul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nuna you are so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Boys won’t leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I know your shaking feelings&lt;br /&gt;To you I know this love is one moment, one feeling&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what is said, this is my life’s everything&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are worried about my young age&lt;br /&gt;But look into my eyes, what is it telling you?&lt;br /&gt;and I think I’m gonna hate it girl&lt;br /&gt;if the end comes&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will tell you, regardless of what others say&lt;br /&gt;Nuna you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;But now I am tired&lt;br /&gt;replay, replay, replay&lt;br /&gt;Memories swipe at my heart&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, when will my feelings be fixed&lt;br /&gt;The ever drawing day of good bye&lt;br /&gt;replay, replay, replay&lt;br /&gt;Nuna you are my M.V.P&lt;br /&gt;I know your nerves makes you a bit stiff&lt;br /&gt;Me with you is so cool&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;this promise I made to you&lt;br /&gt;i know that it became a lie&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to you, I am a little too boring, too kind&lt;br /&gt;Your body is telling me&lt;br /&gt;and I think I’m gonna hate it girl&lt;br /&gt;when the end comes&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yelling in front of the goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Nuna you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;But now I am tired&lt;br /&gt;Make up, shake up, break up&lt;br /&gt;Memories swipe at my heart&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, when will my feelings be fixed&lt;br /&gt;The ever drawing day of good bye&lt;br /&gt;Make up, shake up, break up&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah, beautiful you&lt;br /&gt;ah ah, I know has yet to find&lt;br /&gt;with anyone a sincere love&lt;br /&gt;ah ah, Although its such a waste&lt;br /&gt;ah ah, I have given to you&lt;br /&gt;at such a young age sincere love&lt;br /&gt;can you not accept it?&lt;br /&gt;Nuna you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;But now I am tired&lt;br /&gt;replay, replay, replay&lt;br /&gt;Memories swipe at my heart&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, when will my feelings be fixed&lt;br /&gt;The ever drawing day of good bye&lt;br /&gt;replay, replay, replay&lt;br /&gt;nuna you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Our love&lt;br /&gt;Crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But now I am tired&lt;br /&gt;Uh I just go crazy ‘cuz&lt;br /&gt;Replay, replay, replay&lt;br /&gt;I I I love you gurl&lt;br /&gt;Memories swipe at my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hurts so much my heart&lt;br /&gt;Uh, my heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;Fix it&lt;br /&gt;The ever drawing day of good bye&lt;br /&gt;Yo I wanna hold U girl&lt;br /&gt;Replay, Replay, Replay&lt;br /&gt;I I I love you&lt;br /&gt;Nuna you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(I keep thinkin ’bout you)&lt;br /&gt;Nuna so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(I keep dreaming ’bout you)&lt;br /&gt;Have you tasted sincere love?&lt;br /&gt;Nuna you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(I keep thinkin ’bout you)&lt;br /&gt;Nuna so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(I keep dreaming ’bout you)&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen sincere love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-8006644296102961564?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/8006644296102961564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=8006644296102961564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8006644296102961564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8006644296102961564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/face-you-can-trust.html' title='The face you can trust'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SOHniiu5-uI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NL9eZ8APofQ/s72-c/i10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-1348969334140094353</id><published>2008-09-25T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:50:54.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget frog'/><title type='text'>1+1=1</title><content type='html'>Mom brought me to Dermalogica last Wednesday to accompany her for facial. At first, I was quite reluctant because my must watch Korean drama “Cooking up romance” was about to start anytime soon. However, shortly after that, I agreed since she’s paying for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: But mummy had made appointment for both of us. You really don’t want to go?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who’s paying for mine? You? Or me?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Mummy la, of course. Why? You want to shell out for both of us?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aih… Don’t get me wrong. I was just asking. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*Yippie!!! Don’t have to spend my baru-dapat-gaji)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we made our way to dermalogica around 4. Being pampered and massaged not only our face but our collar-bone area as well, feels like I’m in a dreamland. Stress-free,worry-free, plus extremely therapeutic. If only I can have this every single day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heaven…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We even had cold mask. It was soothing but the smell kinda appalling. Smells like seaweed. Eh, wait. It was seaweed. He3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for mummy to jual ubat (*aka girls’ talk) with the beautician lady, suddenly I feel like rebonding my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mummy, can you give me some cash? Any amount will do.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Nah, what for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Want to go to Iszeva &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( hair salon in Nyelong Park)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Let me know when you’re done&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, will do. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*cues hallelujah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom must think that I wanted to trim my hair. But, the money she gave me was more than enough for a haircut. Hahaha… So, I had my hair straightened. I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome. My hair is super duper straight now. (*Guna jari pun boleh…) I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my idea of doing this entry is because I’ve found the interesting information of nature’s formula for survival, that is; 1+1=1.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (* Watched it on Sponge, channel 303)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ever heard of Budget frog, also known as wide-mouthed frog? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250259841640083778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNyrgkd0sUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SqYbpOcGgeo/s400/frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                     (Budget frog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Budget frog is a lot like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;pac-man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in its habits and behaviors. What happen if you put two Budget frogs in the same tank? Tada... There will be only one frog left. And what happen to the other one? Well, the thing is, the bigger one will eat the smaller one, in a split second! Terrifying huh? Wait till you watch the real thing. It was so absurd. No wonder its species is facing extinction. Well, they have no choice, they have to kill or be killed. That’s how they survive. Yes, the world is cruel. Same goes to us human, it's either we condemn others or to be condemned. In other words, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sama ada anda mengumpat, atau anda akan diumpat. Walaupun anda tidak mengumpat seseorang itu pun, anda akan dituduh mengumpat. The accuser is such a scumbag!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-1348969334140094353?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/1348969334140094353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=1348969334140094353' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/1348969334140094353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/1348969334140094353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/111.html' title='1+1=1'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNyrgkd0sUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SqYbpOcGgeo/s72-c/frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-5490379204822799047</id><published>2008-09-22T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:04:04.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Having &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*only)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; three periods classes today really put me in high spirits. With glee, i made my way to the first class &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(* where I’m the homeroom teacher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my 7.05am class. As usual, nothing to be surprise of, the class was in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window pans – Dusty&lt;br /&gt;The floor – As if Ike just said hello to the class&lt;br /&gt;Dustbin – Not emptied&lt;br /&gt;And the class was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;N.O.I.S.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plus, they didn’t even greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;mode meter -&gt; 80% left&lt;br /&gt;7.05 -&gt; Still noisy&lt;br /&gt;7.30 -&gt; Greetings, welcome to Bazaar Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;7.45 -&gt; The students are no longer students, they’ve became fishmongers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mode meter -&gt; 50% left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00 -&gt; Some of the students able to carry out multi-task. (hebat nyer, buat kerja rumah lain behind my back ye)I’m surprised, and amaze of their fearless attempt. Can’t they see that I’m hopping mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace’s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mode meter-&gt; 0% &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(* kong already, not rechargeable)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m at my wits’ end. I’ve tried everything to calm myself down and to slow down the volume of the class, but nothing has worked. Jadi, apalagi, I start to mengamuk. There goes me shouting, them badmouthing me behind my back and etc. I was so mad, and 95% of what I said was just gobbledygook. I keep on yelling and yelling till the 8.25 bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*Guess they’ve been saved by the bell, or am I the one being saved?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How was my day? Can’t complain…&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;T_T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.05 -&gt; Yabedabedoo…It’s time to go home. Monday blues, one second is like forever you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, today is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;e’&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; 21&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;th&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*This lass really loves purple)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She and her roommates and others thrown a party at her house yesterday, and they didn’t bother to invite me. Hu3. I’m the life and soul of the party, how could you people left me? Sob..sob.. I presume all of you had a whale of a time yesterday kan? What did they cook for you Aie? Sedap or not? I’m pretty saddened for not joining the party just like the previous years. I reckon we &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(or simply me?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will miss those days, the days where we the chickas go jalan-jalan, makan-makan, umpat-umpat, haha-hihi-huhu, and not forgetting cuci mata. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248845635591167986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNelS8ZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ROqD6UtOcUM/s400/q.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;                                                                (Aie &amp;amp; Ikie)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248845008980884322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNekueFjO2I/AAAAAAAAANs/g85PwQHT9CE/s400/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                          (Aie &amp;amp; Ikie at Keris Mas' Cafe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248844634703387858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNekYry13NI/AAAAAAAAANk/zlvbQsrKcTI/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                  (Aie's 20th birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Chin Tze Yee, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(hah, everyone knows your full name now.ha3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, first of all, I want to thank you for always being there for me. Second, I want to apologize for all the wrongdoings I’ve done to you. But above all that, I want to wish you a very happy and blessed birthday. May the good Lord showers His abundant blessings upon you. Anang manchal-manchal auk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ps: Can you&lt;/span&gt; do me a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;favour? Help me&lt;/span&gt; to keep &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;an eye on Warden&lt;/span&gt; guy ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahahahaaha….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; prayers,&lt;br /&gt;The one you’ve spent your entire three years in uni with, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;k&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-5490379204822799047?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/5490379204822799047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=5490379204822799047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/5490379204822799047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/5490379204822799047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNelS8ZFX_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ROqD6UtOcUM/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-2483288659369566015</id><published>2008-09-19T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:04:55.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>I came across one of my cssukm friends blog (*Lydia de…) and while laughing my hearts out reading those entries about “the arts of teaching”, something made all the ketawa sorang-sorang stopped. It was the Mariah Carey’s bye bye song. The lyrics instantly shift me back to the memories I had with my late uncle Daniel who died last March. Thus, this entry will be a recollection of him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247685813582909058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOGcat3ToI/AAAAAAAAANU/_HV4LUfpSOQ/s400/oledi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247683001538709506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOD4vCSCAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7CwbzGbn1e8/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uncle Tom warned me not to put this pic. Malu bah his not-so-small-stomach jadi tontonan umum&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247682471652073634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNODZ5DdoKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wOnAUBkKSt4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247681673094074786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOCraMZkaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Hy5y90GCZdI/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247681267447152050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOCTzCovbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/atlh-y5s4e0/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247680920154850178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOB_lRsw4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/opGbWhmdvdc/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247680507895675826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOBnlfc-7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/ODiYG3ztLpk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247679745078623938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOA7LxsfsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sB6G-V59sVs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247683941145521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOEvbWALCI/AAAAAAAAANE/rmQDaasA7O4/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247684578759792898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOFUipF2QI/AAAAAAAAANM/0Mu1b6KUHCQ/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247688233994303602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOIpTc6OHI/AAAAAAAAANc/vaey4ehY3Qk/s400/Daddy,we+love+you..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(29 November 1970 – 12 March 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest Uncle Dinil,&lt;br /&gt;Guess there will be no one who will scold me anymore when I drink beer huh? I was really pissed off when you scolded me in front of my friends. I even called you hypocrite since you yourself a heavy drinker deh. I’m sorry. I never get the chance to say sorry to you as I don’t want to lower down my pride and ego. I’m sorry. I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still remember 14 years ago? When both of my front teeth patah and how severe you tortured me with all the ejekan? I won’t forget that. And I miss that a lot. I love you.You used to tease your youngest brother, Terrence by calling him names. You called him “Unkele”. Remember? And you called me "Shipokngi"(*Penyibuk + wangi. I'm flattered. You think I'm a japanese ka?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still remember the times when my friends and I said Cyprian, your only son and Lee from Blue, looks much alike? And you mati-mati denied it? We talked about it outside the church. Remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always wanted to trade your handphone with mine. And I will always say “Enggai aku!!!! Mar handphone aku tok…” When you bought new one, you will boast around. I hate it. =) If I knew you're going to go there sooner, I will be more than willing to trade mine with yours. If only I knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family seldom takes picture together, rarely I would say. Do you know how much we regret it? We always took for granted. Balik-balik cakap, haih…lain kali la ambil gambar. Tomorrow masih ada… So ironic kan? Tomorrow maybe ada dan maybe takkan ada. Only God knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your information lah (* I guess you know already la kan?), I’ve graduated last August. I wish you were here to celebrate with us. But my result sucks la. Below 3. You always ask me to chia you minum when I got the job kan? Yes, I’m working already, as a relief teacher in bandar. How I wish we can drink together at Nyelong, with you ordering "kopi o ngalak" and me "mintai peng". Miss those days. Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know last week, Uncle Tom, your buntuk brother menang toto? He even prepared bbq. Your favourite Carlsberg and Jugam pun ada. Langkau lagilah ada. Langkau was the king of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, Cyprian is going to stay with Aunty Mary. That's the best for him kan? At least got aunty to look after him. Martha and Vivian and aunty, they are going back to Sungai Asap. Going to stay there next year as well. Pray for them ya. Give them your abundant blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini, she always cries you know, kesian I see her. Well, as usual she and aki got gaduh-gaduh sayang. Recently, the pig that they reared, was stolen. Do you know who did such thing? Neither do we. So sayang oo, the babi was pregnant lagi tu. If we sell those piglets, maybe ada la dalam RM5oo. Can buy boxes of langkau already neh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much more to say. If you were here with me now, I will tell you how much I love you. I love u. I love u. I love u. It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever. We miss you every now and then. We are trying not to cry while talking about you. Trying not to recall back how much you suffer, but old the good memories. Hope you’ve reached a better place. We will always remember you in our prayer. Love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;May perpetual light shine upon him and may he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah's Bye bye song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put your hand way up high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a child there were then times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get it but you kept me in line &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know why you didn't show up sometimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On sunday mornings and "I missed you" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm glad we talked through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All them grown folk things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Separation brings You never let me know it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never let it show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you loved me and obviously &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much more left to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were with me today face to face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ Chorus: ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew I could hurt like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyday life goes on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish I could talk to you for a while" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss you but I try no to cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time goes by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's true that you've reached &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a better place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I'd give all the world to see your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be right here next to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it fells like you're gone to soon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the hardest thing to do is say bye bye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you never got a chance to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see how good I've done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you never got to see me back at number one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that you were here to celebrate together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that we could spend the holidays together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when you used to tuck me in at night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the Teddy Bear you gave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me that I held so tight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you were so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd make it through whatever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard to accept the fact &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're gone forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[ Find more Lyrics at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #555; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/LueX"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;www.mp3lyrics.org/LueX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-2483288659369566015?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/2483288659369566015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=2483288659369566015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2483288659369566015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2483288659369566015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SNOGcat3ToI/AAAAAAAAANU/_HV4LUfpSOQ/s72-c/oledi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-4419436768960210985</id><published>2008-09-15T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:44:43.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independence day Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Me kena tagged lah. By eexaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 45th Independence Day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who doesn’t knows (macam my bro, Timothy Janting) Malaysia was formed 45 years ago on September the 16. Ei, bukan on the August 31st kah?? Emm..look up for the answer in your old history textbooks. The whole story is in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the very-much-developed-Malaysia, my sis able to buy this thing after school yesterday. Candy zaman sekarang. Candy during those days before independence, mana ada macam ni kan. All you have to do is sucking, and sucking until all the fillings goes inside your mouth. Comes in apple and sprite flavour.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246570568925768818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SM-QIonW7HI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ck3bOw-O_u0/s320/P8290368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246570023328889394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SM-Po4G7OjI/AAAAAAAAALc/Bz3FBEkprHA/s320/P8290367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246569045644283970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="340" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SM-Ov98wEEI/AAAAAAAAALU/P6VyD9rWW7I/s320/P8290370.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246566128039899618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SM-MGJBqMeI/AAAAAAAAALM/Fw1NhtvYKHM/s320/P8290366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me kena tagged by eexaa. Here are the rules of this game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!! (kurang asam, bok jak mok tag eexaa blt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 weird things/habits/little known facts about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favourite colour was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Because someone I know during high school really likes this colour. Stupid reason huh. That's what happens when you are in puppy love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I’m afraid of being alone, especially in the dark. I always had the lights on while I sleep whenever my sisters are not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I don’t know how to swim even though I’ve taken swimming lessons in primary school. (*Pathetic) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I have this bad habit of pulling my hair (*unconsciously.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love dogs, in particular, puppies. But, (a big but here…) I’m afraid of them. I don’t know why ler. On the other hand, I really don’t like cats. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I’m very careless and not organize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I easily fall in love and I can simply trust anyone I just met. (* both are not so good habits, especially the latter one.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I love to eat ice. (* like Gnet the squid said, “kedak makan keropok”) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I ever had my braces on during form 2. (*malu...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I love MU because of the pretty boys’ existence. Ha3. But still I root for them all-heartedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I am a huge fan of badminton. So Chong Wei is the-one-I-want-to-meet-someday guy. He3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I love to wear short skirt &amp;amp; shorts to elongate my not-so-long legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I really love to dance &amp;amp; that’s why I kutuk habis2an Camp Rock as their dance moves are just so-so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. My mom still pukul me at times (* disrespectful daughter) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I use this phrase a lot these days: “Ok class”, that I’m being called the cikgu ok &amp;amp; cikgu emo. (langsung tak hormat dorang tu…) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay..abis buat..Merdeka!!! With this, I tag &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Wa&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;nie&lt;/span&gt; ng&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fe&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;lli&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;phin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Who else oo..k la, s&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/504355880649197989-4419436768960210985?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/4419436768960210985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=4419436768960210985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4419436768960210985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/4419436768960210985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-kena-tagged-lah-by-eexaa.html' title='Me kena tagged lah. By eexaa'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SM-QIonW7HI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ck3bOw-O_u0/s72-c/P8290368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7031399953459112267</id><published>2008-09-12T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:36:51.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is everything. Everything is money?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought of becoming one of the renowned mogul in this earth? How would their life be, how they spend each penny from their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;piggy banks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, Ikie does. I can't stop thinking how to make incalculable money and how to spend it, or should i say them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with job hunting lately and it makes me realize how important money is. Without money, I am no one. Eh, wait. I am someone. Mom’s devoted follower. Ok la. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pengikut wallet mummy yang setia.hu3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe money can buy anything, as well as happiness. With money, you can purchase anything you want, what you desire for and this leads to happiness. So, what brings up “money CAN’T buy everything”? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245789129590968114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMzJa4PgDzI/AAAAAAAAALE/nKgoh4TAStw/s320/q.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;Students, I mean, children these days don’t realize how the money makes the world go round. They have this kind of idea where they expect they can live without money. Currently Ikie is teaching in one of Sarikei’s high schools. Teaching students, from all kind of backgrounds and with all sorts of perceptions is very very challenging to me. Why would it be? They are just students… Well, it is. Since 95% of the students don’t have any motivation or drive to study. They just couldn’t find any fun or interest in their studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Cikgu Grace asked them this trivial question, “How are you going to buy food without money?” Guess what their answer is… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;“Man can not live on bread alone”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (*Cikgu Grace is speechless, but not amazed.) Their Bible Knowledge is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A + + +&lt;/span&gt; but got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; in Pendidikan Moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remarks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Student A to E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = Teacher’s pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student F to Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = Domestic pets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kids are nothing but such a pain in the ass. They yet ask me this question, “So can money buy love?” Cikgu Grace,“Why not? You expect any random girl will walk down the aisle and say “I do” when you pop out the question even if you are penniless? Please la, this thing only comes about in movies kawan.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Student F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, “But teacher, the marriage won’t last long if there is no love…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-_- …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Cikgu Grace gives the impression of being really terkejut here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the state of malas nak layan lagi,&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Grace,“Ok class, back to our subject matter. Please turn to page 99 and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Student A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please read question one out loud.” ( Cikgu Grace pledged that she won’t ask those kind of questions in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I’ve failed to motivate those monkeys, I mean those students to study with all their heart and soul. And &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student F to Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once again succeed in the debate, titled &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;“Bermain(menjadi monyet) adalah lebih baik daripada belajar(menjadi pelajar)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245788285040530386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMzIpuC_E9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/FeMgwOHI554/s320/m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happened to kids nowadays? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dunia dah berubah, zaman dah maju?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really hate this phrase. Who created this so called well-known dim-witted slogan among those students? Ahh..that gifted and intellectual Berita Harian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-7031399953459112267?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7031399953459112267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7031399953459112267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7031399953459112267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7031399953459112267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-ever-think-of-becoming-one-of.html' title='Money is everything. Everything is money?'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMzJa4PgDzI/AAAAAAAAALE/nKgoh4TAStw/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-2175819448513297925</id><published>2008-09-09T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T05:42:50.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>After 3 consecutive days, finally I am done with the picture tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The age you will be on your next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244711112954021058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMj0-DUrBMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uo5bfnxqN-g/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2. A place you'd like to travel to. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244713804826532098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMj3avVF2QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zKTAKGRpjFE/s320/N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                (Namwon, South Korea) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Your favourite place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244735471530596642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkLH6F42SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/w6aIN-ujOYE/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244737700019992210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkNJn3KdpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0ckdVtdK4gM/s320/1407559890_ad371a5bc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244703003172522674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMjtmACFyrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Vv8jyq1LxDU/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(At no. 1 spot, none other than Happy's kueh tiaw goreng basah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244697799584886786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMjo3HKHsAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_s21TVaBV_A/s320/2046616302_46a380e59c.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244708093864214754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMjyOUVkgOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m-sZUWJaxmg/s320/asd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;(Unagi don, my favourite at Sushi King) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244740325244009986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkPiblV_gI/AAAAAAAAAKk/R8_BKo0VavA/s320/pau.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244703001210691554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMjtl4uWn-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LNjToGLGFi4/s320/CHOCOLATE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                        (Full of calories &amp;amp; delight)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Your favourite pet animal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244018209524848370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMZ-xw5olvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eP5h3fGgKOw/s400/puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite colour combination.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244721806295221138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMj-sfH4w5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/TbVajX8j_6w/s320/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244728605334031954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkE4PhDzlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vStc0ehzLXY/s320/sho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your all time current favourite song.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244734524285071954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkKQxU9MlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wdylEQplEhA/s320/mof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Your favourite TV show (currently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244723568003166370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkATB_ysKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KeMBGlkfSSo/s320/HOUSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The first name of your significant other/crush.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244725587642078962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkCIlvO1vI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Dbx4UnrpDAM/s320/BEAR.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The town you live in. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244727517321488146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkD46Wp5xI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uS5oLu_24jg/s320/sar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your first job. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244723877617867586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkAlDZsG0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/BExn49msiQk/s320/EDUCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your dream job. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244734305879969410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkKEDtHzoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7NOFZFQzjq4/s320/a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Don't b so cynical. I in actuality want to be one since I don't know when.hu3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A bad habit you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244724970615715490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMkBkrIrtqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S88W07hURE8/s320/fallinlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Your worst fear. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244709865329022098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMjz1bjsVJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jBkFiAelfW4/s320/grand.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (scared lor..aging is much much scarier than dying) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One thing you'd like to do before you die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244719683095622834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMj8w5lp9LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Nqz-e3ttLQs/s320/surfer.JPG" width="336" border="0" /&gt; (Don't laugh arr... Don't smirk either. Everyone for sure has his own utopia-dream) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-2175819448513297925?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/2175819448513297925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=2175819448513297925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2175819448513297925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2175819448513297925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMj0-DUrBMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uo5bfnxqN-g/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-9201432278601110131</id><published>2008-09-08T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:16:54.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demi Lovato'/><title type='text'>Whatever Major Loser</title><content type='html'>7.25: Juggling the astro remote&lt;br /&gt;7.29: Switching to channel 615&lt;br /&gt;7.30: ..........still waiting.....in excitement =)(*First showing In Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;7.35: CAMP ROCK PREMIERE starts now. (*OMG JOe is so..so..gorgeous..angmoh mah)&lt;br /&gt;7.40: Huh? That Mitchie girl,cute?very cute.nice voice?kalah dgn suara c lindsay.talent?so-so&lt;br /&gt;8.00: Zzzzz...(*Tim: U wan to watch o not? Change to channel 811 la!! Ikie: Yala2.I'm watching)&lt;br /&gt;9.30: -The end- (Thank God, at last, it has ended. That was the most lackluster movie I've ever watched.yeah..* Mimicking )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My review on that so-called original movie?&lt;br /&gt;One and half star. Why? I'll tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;1) Weak story line&lt;br /&gt;2) The stars-wannabe: NOT ALL CAN ACT&lt;br /&gt;3) The stars-wannabe: can sing BUT NOT A GREAT SINGER (except for Demi Lovato &amp;amp; Jasmine Richards. sorry Joe..hu3)&lt;br /&gt;4) Great songs BUT THE Choreography is not as outstanding as I thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*** Ok lah, actually the movie was ok, just that my expectation was too high. I expect something more&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.(&amp;amp; I'm a bit jealous of those young people who have those opportunities to act. hu3.)&lt;/span&gt; I really love all the songs, catchy &amp;amp; berjiwa remaja gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(More info &amp;amp; pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.tvguide.com/PhotoGallery/Everything_You_Should_Know_About_Camp_Rock_1232/1.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.tvguide.com/PhotoGallery/Everything_You_Should_Know_About_Camp_Rock_1232/1.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246619764218933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SM-84LXQMgI/AAAAAAAAALs/o_qsXxnSIaI/s320/camp_rock_cast.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-how, two thumbs up to all the crews and stars for the hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adore the song by Demi, "This is me":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMU3NGy_pYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hXDlmSMlnKk/s1600-h/camp-rock-promos-02_nc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243658039445136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SMU3NGy_pYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hXDlmSMlnKk/s320/camp-rock-promos-02_nc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Demi Lovato: ]&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;That hid my face&lt;br /&gt;So afraid to tell the world&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Demi: ]&lt;br /&gt;But I have this dream&lt;br /&gt;Bright inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let it show&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let you know&lt;br /&gt;To let you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus: ]&lt;br /&gt;This is real, This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed&lt;br /&gt;To be now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Demi: ]&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To feel so in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To dream about a life&lt;br /&gt;Where you're the shining star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Demi: ]&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like it's too far away&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe&lt;br /&gt;In myself, it's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus: Demi ]&lt;br /&gt;This is real, This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed&lt;br /&gt;To be now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Joe Jonas: ]&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singin'&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Joe Jonas: ]&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus: Demi Lovato &amp;amp; Joe Jonas ]&lt;br /&gt;This is real, This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where I'm supposed&lt;br /&gt;To be now&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let the light shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Demi: ]&lt;br /&gt;This is me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Joe Jonas: ]&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside&lt;br /&gt;My head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Demi &amp;amp; Joe: ]&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found who I am&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/3Rly ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ps: Ini ialah blog saya. I have all the rights to write and to say anything I want. Be it something that is sweet or something that is totally nonsense. So what if I badmouthed you? You can do the same thing to me what. Go ahead. I won't sumpah u teruk2. But please don't ask me to get a life. I am living a life mah. Can't you see? Buta ka?Boo-hoo. You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHOULDN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stupidly make any remarks on my entries. You are such a major loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-9201432278601110131?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/9201432278601110131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=9201432278601110131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/9201432278601110131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/9201432278601110131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatever-major-loser.html' title='Whatever Major Loser'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SM-84LXQMgI/AAAAAAAAALs/o_qsXxnSIaI/s72-c/camp_rock_cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-6852266424414894914</id><published>2008-09-04T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:08:44.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhchooo...</title><content type='html'>I’m not feeling okay today.Sore-throat, running nose, teary eyes. arghhh.. I hate it when I'm unwell. The food is tasteless, be it sugary, oily, slurpy, etc. hu3.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine is now working in the interior. No tv, no nothing. Poor guy. Hang on there ya. Can’t wait to see you on the 15th (*beaming, flying, rolling)and please don't get sick ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-6852266424414894914?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/6852266424414894914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=6852266424414894914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6852266424414894914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/6852266424414894914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhhhchooo.html' title='Ahhhhchooo...'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-8450445655138836173</id><published>2008-09-04T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:03:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm being tagged by Copet</title><content type='html'>Dear Copet,&lt;br /&gt;Apa itu tag? I'm not familiar with this term since&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'm quite ignorant&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;hu3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;crolling&lt;/span&gt; your blog up and down up and down again, in the end, I reckon this tagging is similar to a way of affirmation, showing some love and fondness to your friends, did I get it right? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.The rules of the game get posted at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog&lt;br /&gt;Starting time : 5.10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Name : Ikie&lt;br /&gt;Sisters : 2&lt;br /&gt;Brothers : 1&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size : 5&lt;br /&gt;Height : 181 (*full of confidence)&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : Sarikai&lt;br /&gt;Have you everBeen on a plane : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : Memang pernah&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school : Tidak pernah(* sure caught &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;red-handed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before able to nod off)&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart : Guess so&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : Ha3. Nope&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : Due to stupidity, yes&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails : Yes&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : Ever been to pig's sty? That's what it looks like &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yup&lt;br /&gt;picnics : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Who was were the last person You danced with : Sis ( Mong's infamous dance)&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile : Mum&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : My students, and I am not sorry, not even a bit...(*still angry)&lt;br /&gt;Today did youTalk to someone you like : Yup&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone : yess, every single day (*sis,mum,bro)&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : Yes. (*haih..weather nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex : Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : My friends in UKM, Kuching &amp;amp; UMS (*weh, howdya doing?)&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: can not tell ler.secret ma..&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now : Dad (*how's Bau? Must be boring huh..ha3)&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing : Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted : Nope. Nicely trimmed&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : My parents'. (*comfy)What color shirt are you wearing now : White (*Putih itu simple)&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person : I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets : Spikey the dog &amp;amp; Kalois with no names&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on : Nope&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now : Writting this entry.&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth : It depends&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father : Both&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy : Aaa...nope (* I'm meatarian)&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex : Aa..&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to : Aie &amp;amp; Chris&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time :most of the time,loud.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident : Talking about self-esteem...hmmm...so-so&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;I was 11 back then. Emm..getting prepared for UPSR.&lt;br /&gt;Going to piano lessons. (* Forced to)&lt;br /&gt;Collecting stamps, coins and stickers..Haha. (*Sama hobby ngan Copet)&lt;br /&gt;Had my long hair tied up all the while&lt;br /&gt;Champion among champions in "sarang labah-labah" game&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;Spend (*for mummy)&lt;br /&gt;Spend (*for daddy)&lt;br /&gt;Spend (*for sisS)&lt;br /&gt;Spend (*for bro)Spend (*for me)&lt;br /&gt;1 more can? spend (*for nenek, datuk, kazen, aunties, uncles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;Get emotional too easily. (*Cengeng)&lt;br /&gt;Really picky when it comes to food (* allergic to vege)&lt;br /&gt;The greatest procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;Bad-tempered&lt;br /&gt;Suka tarik2 rambut...no ikie no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I am living in&lt;br /&gt;Chung Nik&lt;br /&gt;Sarikei&lt;br /&gt;Sarawak&lt;br /&gt;A place like no other&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soikie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmy&lt;br /&gt;Mei fon&lt;br /&gt;Thelma&lt;br /&gt;Gnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-8450445655138836173?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/8450445655138836173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=8450445655138836173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8450445655138836173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8450445655138836173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-being-tagged-by-copet.html' title='I&apos;m being tagged by Copet'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-8791273722378328638</id><published>2008-08-29T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:00:39.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Like Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sweet taste of chocolate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last Friday, I went to Kuching for a job interview. Thank God! I got the job. It was 5-hours lackluster drive from Sarikei to Kuching. Nothing much can be done inside the car, so, here are bags of sel-cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239923438034351026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLfymsZH87I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7VbdFEz0-DI/s320/q4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; with lil sisters: step &amp;amp; anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239920628366214802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLfwDJkChpI/AAAAAAAAADw/WprYW2_ounY/s320/q2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239919942879639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLfvbP7Td7I/AAAAAAAAADo/KZyhcBDTkUY/s320/q11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239918594111726930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLfuMvX-ZVI/AAAAAAAAADY/0iCdzzlLi64/s320/q9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239917974479387746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLftorEHPGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jrRpR-td5qw/s320/q8.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239917470749600290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLftLWhkqiI/AAAAAAAAADI/-1UoSg2aSgs/s320/q7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitter taste of chocolate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my fellow kuchingnites’ friends out for yam cha. Eezyaa couldn’t make it because she had a prior arrangement with someone else. Wanie and Emot, at once said yes, and the “one-who-mustn’t-be-named”, after some, I mean, after numerous of persuasion, eventually said yes as well. Literally, only me, Wanie, and Emot agreed to meet up at the infamous The Spring, whereas, the “one-who-mustn’t-be-named” didn’t response to my sms when I notified him/her about the meeting place and time. Phwoarr…it’s tedious to call “one-who-mustn’t-be-named” with “one-who-mustn’t-be-named”. It’s so long, as if I’m summoning some kind of ghost from hell&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.(Harry Potter? Na-ah, I prefer the wicked witch from Snow White).&lt;/span&gt; This name really suits this person well, since, this someone is a real scumbag, bona fide ghoul. Yeah, I’m really mad at this person, I’m very pissed. Please keep on reading to listen, I mean to read the whole stories) Let’s name the “one-who-shouldn’t-be” as JD. So that it either can be John Doe or Jane Doe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This story is kinda heartbreaking. There will be heaps of badmouthing. So, JD, if you’re reading this, boo yahh!!&lt;br /&gt;Where was I, hah, yes, initially, JD agreed to meet up and said that he/she will bring along his/her gerek. Few hours before the meeting time, JD sms me saying he/she couldn’t make it for yam cha. What the…? You’ve promised what… You shouldn’t agree in the first place if you couldn’t. You arr…, always give me false hopes now and then. Why you always liddat ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reenactment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: Ey, sorry, I can’t go out la tonite.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Trying to be nice) Why?&lt;br /&gt;JD: My gerek can’t go out lor…Jadi malas la kluar.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (This fellow, so lame…) Ok. Till then, bye.&lt;br /&gt;JD: (No reply)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (This scumbag really is something...Phony. Ghoul. Dumb-founded. Please la scumbag, I want some straight talking around here. Just tell me if don wan to meet me. Simple as that ma… )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, only Wanie and Emot showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JD, you think I’m immature since I badmouthed you? Owh yeah? I don’t care. The unkind remarks is just about to start, now) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*cues horror sounds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someone, a big shot I would call her, found out that something bad happened to JD, some kind of accident. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Aiseh, benda dah berlaku lama, bok kwu crita big shot? Apala…)&lt;/span&gt; I would say, minor accident, but from JD’s point of view, it was a damn freaking appalling accident, what a cry-baby. “Oww…you poor thing. I’m sorry to hear that,” you expect me to say that? Na-ah… In your face!!! How I wish your car crashed into a ditch instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet taste of chocolate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanie picked me up from my aunt’s house around 7, and then we rushed to The Spring since Emot was already there. (Awal la plak mak cik ni…)&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Ta Kiong and then we headed to the food court. Has anyone heard about privilege something2? I forgot what it is called. Wanie brought that thing, and Emot was so anxious. I wonder why. What makes this novel so interesting? Rupa-rupanya buku tok dipenuhi dengan coupons. La, duhal. Wanie gave me the non-halal coupons, while Emot got all the facials. Cis… Not fair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Wanie and I headed to Korean food section. I ordered one bowl of jjajangmyeon, and a plate of mandu. That would be my first time eating Korean foods, and, could be my last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239951043866331490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgLtkIXCWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u3bkymGZOKE/s320/g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jjajangmyeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(For food presentation, I give 4 stars, and my taste buds give 2 stars. The taste was awful. I can barely swallow them.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239951449515108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgMFLSkKUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bAJxvUbbpoc/s320/g2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Mandu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For food presentation, I give 4 stars as well, and my taste buds give 3 stars. The taste was quite okey, and I have no other remark.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953136296569602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgNnXCmqwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lqCXfBKhdw0/s320/g5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Garfield, one of my all time favourite cartoon character, lazing around in the middle of nowhere...( The Spring)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953132642681602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgNnJbcwwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ovgTfiGjVaE/s320/g3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cute little.. ooppss..big thing, with Wanie trying to molest that cute little thing.ha3.kenak g kwu Wanie..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to Barok. The interior was nice. This place is exceptionally famous among those west Malaysians. Guess who we met there? Eric from Casa Impian. He’s so shiny that night. Really shiny…( Thin on top men always get high marks from Wanie. She loves them exceptionally. He3)&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a glass of ice lemon lychee. It tastes great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two thumbs up. I definitely add this drink into my favourite list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957269526542866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgRX8ha-hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JVjfR9s15fQ/s320/g10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (Welcome to Barok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239954215366836594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgOmK5AQXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5BqohAevbPc/s320/g7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (Barok) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239956277377954066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgQeMew8RI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BhhsKMccOfs/s320/g8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (While waiting for Emot &amp;amp; co. to arrive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239954213548615106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgOmEHgZcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C65AWpj-O5c/s320/g6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (Nice and distinctive interior)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239957267179535298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgRXzx2e8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/eVeAwl6REZo/s320/g11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Ice lemon lychee. More than meets the eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239956279417160578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLgQeUE8w4I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3hzXTkjTMFM/s320/g9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Just because I took this picture of hers, Wanie reckon I'm gay. What the? I'm straight. Any how, I'm trully straight. You can't bend me no matter how hard you try.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy myself that night. Thanks to Wanie, Emot and co., you all really made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Sunday, my family and I headed back to Sarikei. And so, the boring 5-hours drive begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239921791883077026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLfxG4AE5aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Em87PKU0zMc/s320/q15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolate, both its sweet and bitter taste. And that's why I love my life, even the not so happy moments.&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/504355880649197989-8791273722378328638?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/8791273722378328638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=8791273722378328638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8791273722378328638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/8791273722378328638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-like-chocolate.html' title='Life Is Like Chocolate'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLfymsZH87I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7VbdFEz0-DI/s72-c/q4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-7476592349959152732</id><published>2008-08-20T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:33:10.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sel-ca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self camera'/><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>The internet connection at home is tremendously slow. Same goes to wifi at the library. Where else can I go to get some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'entertainment'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Cyber cafe? oohh tidak..those cc are the ripers, the legendary vampires of sarikei town. I have no choice but to go back home and surf there. Unexpectedly, it started to rain, then came lightning and its counterpart thunder. sob..sob.. I rather bored to death than having my laptop repaired again. Consequently, I have to wait for hours before the mini version of Katrina stopped. In the meantime, I did some sel-ca (self-camera). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;he3 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236560627933338594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKwAJYjDW-I/AAAAAAAAACU/YoR96xFCWZc/s320/P8200256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(the first one: the angle is bad.it makes my face looks more huge here. the lighting is very not okay. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236561552896010578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKwA_OTVqVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4fxfiV5PXwA/s320/P8200260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(well..the second one is not getting any better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236562696390649266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKwCByJtJbI/AAAAAAAAACk/y2aakROUPH4/s320/P8200259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; (the third one?implies that: there should be more practices on sel-ca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tips on sel-ca can be found at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://popseoul.com/category/sel-ca/"&gt;http://popseoul.com/category/sel-ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/504355880649197989-7476592349959152732?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/7476592349959152732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=7476592349959152732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7476592349959152732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/7476592349959152732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/08/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKwAJYjDW-I/AAAAAAAAACU/YoR96xFCWZc/s72-c/P8200256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-57525650927003989</id><published>2008-08-18T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:09:22.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mc Mong lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus'/><title type='text'>Mong with capital S invasion</title><content type='html'>It was kind of bizarre when my mom told me what had happened this morning. She woke up and found out the kitchen was in a chaos. The flour was everywhere on the kitchen floor. As if, someone just broke into the house. Yup, someone had just broken into the house, to be precise, Mr. Monkey &amp;amp; family. I won’t mind if Mc Mong pays a visit to our home, but monkeys? They might be ‘kio’ (cute) sometimes, but now, I have to think twice. Cute my a**. Why would I make such a big deal out of those monkeys? Hmm..virtually, I’m the eldest, my mom had to go to work, and for those unreasonable reasons, my mom made me clean those monkeys’ mess. What a kick off to start my day. Grrr… With this, here are the romanized lyrics for Mc Mong – Circus, as a tribute to the monkey family. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(mong: monkey in korean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236026890004331954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKoatv0Z_bI/AAAAAAAAACI/G7QXWngZSPs/s400/normal_mcmong_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mc Mong&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Monkey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^8^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kio... &lt;a href="http://www.newsen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.Newsen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mc Mong – Circus (feat Im Yugyeong, Showgun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanbaram bulttae naege wajullae&lt;br /&gt;sesangi mojilge geudael goeropil ttae&lt;br /&gt;sinnage nolja utja hanbatang&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha i bami da hal ttaekkaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP: ilmyeong akbari na donbeorie chungsilhaetdeon&lt;br /&gt;yeneunggyeui byeoriyo kkabuldaedeon mongiyo&lt;br /&gt;bit ttara heundeulheundeul ttaragatdeon ttanttara&lt;br /&gt;chosimeul ilchi malgo eumak haran beorida&lt;br /&gt;gwangaekdeureun Geppetto mongineun Pinocchio&lt;br /&gt;gakkeumeun daejungeul sokgo sogineun Pinocchio&lt;br /&gt;geojitgwa jinsil geudaedeurui dabiyo&lt;br /&gt;gilgo jjalbeun geon nun daejungeuro daechung ki nopiyo&lt;br /&gt;Ready get set go daeporo balsa&lt;br /&gt;(hae) onmomeul nallyeo beorigo&lt;br /&gt;Ready get set go daeporo balsa&lt;br /&gt;(hae) nunmureul nallyeo beorigo&lt;br /&gt;amuri ppeonppeonhan Situation&lt;br /&gt;eotgallideorado Just have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Show`s Just begun 4beonjjae album&lt;br /&gt;mongiwa hamkke Circus modu Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanbaram bulttae naege wajullae&lt;br /&gt;sesangi mojilge geudael goeropil ttae&lt;br /&gt;sinnage nolja utja hanbatang&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha i bami da hal ttaekkaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP: jeongungmin jwajeolgeumji Projece Circus&lt;br /&gt;eumage ojik geudaemaneul bichun Focus&lt;br /&gt;ildeunggwa kkoljji seungjawa paeja&lt;br /&gt;karirado ppobaseumyeon murado beja&lt;br /&gt;nunmuljocha akkawoseo memareun saramdeul&lt;br /&gt;bang han kane heodeogyeoseo gananhan saramdeul&lt;br /&gt;siryeone sseurin sangcheo tonggokhan saramdeul&lt;br /&gt;jeongungmin jwajeolgeumji Projece Circus&lt;br /&gt;Ready get set go daeporo balsa&lt;br /&gt;(hae) onmomeul nallyeo beorigo&lt;br /&gt;Ready get set go daeporo balsa&lt;br /&gt;(hae) nunmureul nallyeo beorigo&lt;br /&gt;eochapi insaengeun sitcom nuga mworageon j&lt;br /&gt;agi bapgeureuseun jeonghaejyeo inneun beop&lt;br /&gt;Show`s Just begun 4beonjjae album&lt;br /&gt;mongiwa hamkke seokeoseue modu Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanbaram bulttae naege wajullae&lt;br /&gt;sesangi mojilge geudael goeropil ttae&lt;br /&gt;sinnage nolja utja hanbatang&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha i bami da hal ttaekkaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deo isang ulji marayo&lt;br /&gt;giga makhin sesang apeumeun ijeoyo&lt;br /&gt;sigan matchwo kkok neutji maseyo eoseo moiseyo&lt;br /&gt;sinnaneun mongi yurangdan&lt;br /&gt;yayaya sinnaneun mongi yurangdan (hanbeondeo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chanbaram bulttae naege wajullae&lt;br /&gt;sesangi mojilge geudael goeropil ttae&lt;br /&gt;sinnage nolja utja hanbatang&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha I bami da hal ttaekkaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236024617216027826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKoYpdBcrLI/AAAAAAAAACA/GPQvYAddwUg/s400/w.JPG" width="420" border="0" /&gt;(The monkeys raid my house through this window. Unattractively smart, huh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-57525650927003989?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/57525650927003989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=57525650927003989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/57525650927003989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/57525650927003989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/08/mong-with-capital-s-invasion.html' title='Mong with capital S invasion'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKoatv0Z_bI/AAAAAAAAACI/G7QXWngZSPs/s72-c/normal_mcmong_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504355880649197989.post-2775803535552725858</id><published>2008-08-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:34:57.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Frustration</title><content type='html'>Lee Chong Wei, the golden hope of Malaysia, second seeded in the world, made history when he booked himself into the final. The whole Malaysia was in a fiesta, cheering for him from far faraway. Guess, the world number one Lin Dan is trully number one, as Chong Wei lost the war against that so-called unbeatable hero. (sob..sob..Chong Wei, can't u feel my cheers n supports &amp;amp;.. &amp;amp;.. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; I cheered for you till i got sore throat, what..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a frustration to me when Chong Wei lost 2-0 to him. I reckon his focus was shattered by the ferocious Chinese crowd rooting for their Lin Dan. It is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;very very very&lt;/span&gt; absurd to me that Chong Wei wasn't himself during the match. He looked tired and unmotivated. Why would he? RM1 million is waiting for him if he won the gold medal. Chong Wei, WHY? I've been rooting for you since your first debut. I even prepared a bouquet of beautiful roses for you.. (ahaks..lie..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235650625716699746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" height="250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKjEgSHlQmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrdT-cuv8aU/s320/P8080029.JPG" width="450" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, I'm still very proud of you. You've done a great job. You will always be the best to us Malaysian. You've won the very first medal for Malaysia, and we want to thank you for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504355880649197989-2775803535552725858?l=ceyhuargh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/feeds/2775803535552725858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504355880649197989&amp;postID=2775803535552725858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2775803535552725858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504355880649197989/posts/default/2775803535552725858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceyhuargh.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-frustration.html' title='Olympic Frustration'/><author><name>Ikie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08718361074049580191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SLvHgN0uQYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4VgWLpe38MU/S220/g10.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QPX3x5nKDg8/SKjEgSHlQmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrdT-cuv8aU/s72-c/P8080029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
