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Zachary Levi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You by the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Is the greatest find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In a world full wrong you're the thing that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Finally made it through the lonely to the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You said it again my heart's in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Every word feels like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Watching the shadows burning in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And I'm in love and I'm terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For the first time in the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In my only life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This could be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It's already better than last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And nothing is worse than knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You're holding back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I could be all that you needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If you let me try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OEs2oq2qmq8/TyfxEdnTGUI/AAAAAAAACLo/jlf7KqHrOes/s1600/chuck.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OEs2oq2qmq8/TyfxEdnTGUI/AAAAAAAACLo/jlf7KqHrOes/s400/chuck.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703792512059251010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary Levi playing Chuck. Gonna miss the show after it came to end last week after 5 seasons. Maybe I'm gonna make a post on the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="//www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fkamwah4homies.blogspot.com%2F2012%2F01%2Fterrified.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436330167736719273-90313710081646483?l=kamwah4homies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And those tiny little things that you see there... are ulcers. Multiples of them! Frankly, that's one hell of a torture I'm going through and this is the worst throat infection that I've ever had in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At first I was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml9EFdUL3bM/Tr0KseQs0SI/AAAAAAAACJ8/JCCysfTXUoM/s1600/c8c9be314106f5a58cc2dbe1b31bfcec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml9EFdUL3bM/Tr0KseQs0SI/AAAAAAAACJ8/JCCysfTXUoM/s400/c8c9be314106f5a58cc2dbe1b31bfcec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673702864710324514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiUMH2Ct9EU/Tr0K-5Q0MII/AAAAAAAACKI/Douzad9DkWY/s1600/1234931504682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IiUMH2Ct9EU/Tr0K-5Q0MII/AAAAAAAACKI/Douzad9DkWY/s400/1234931504682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673703181196210306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To make things worst, I'm entering my study week soon. How can I expect to study if I keep on having distracting pain in my throat? Even swallowing food makes my throat pain aka dysphagia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a medical term for difficulty in swallowing)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AONEjDE66MU/Tr0GOVBWwyI/AAAAAAAACJw/EC7yPdkjfdw/s1600/DSC00444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AONEjDE66MU/Tr0GOVBWwyI/AAAAAAAACJw/EC7yPdkjfdw/s400/DSC00444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673697948787458850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my meds. The doctor says they will take around a week to clear. I was like WTF? Damn, at least if the pain reduce I'll be more than grateful. After I'm healed completely, I'll never take food for granted anymore. How I've missed putting them into my mouth and swallow them without feeling any pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pDMUsvQwau0?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I try to make it a matter of mind over body, like how Barney Stinson does it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When I start feeling sick, I stop being sick and be awesome instead. True story"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="//www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fkamwah4homies.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F11%2Fphysical-torture.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436330167736719273-8129318612630390383?l=kamwah4homies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was announced as the winner of&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lukeyishandsome.com/"&gt;LUKEYisHandsome.com&lt;/a&gt;'s iPad giveaway contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4s2GLKU9vNU/TrFoI2V3pmI/AAAAAAAACHg/IEClOzsqvls/s1600/winner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4s2GLKU9vNU/TrFoI2V3pmI/AAAAAAAACHg/IEClOzsqvls/s400/winner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670427907071649378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the rarest moments that I've won something from a contest, and a first from a blogging competition. This was my &lt;a href="http://kamwah4homies.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-i-want-ipad.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;. Man, I couldn't believe my luck, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu1j64yK4E1qdhyr5o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 215px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu1j64yK4E1qdhyr5o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A REALLY BIG THANKS to Cher Hong for his generousity for deciding to give away his no-longer-in-use iPad. Even though it's a secondhand iPad, I think it's good enough for me as it's basically the same as iPad2 except for its thickness and the availability of a built-in camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu1dpmItrO1qdhyr5o1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 168px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu1dpmItrO1qdhyr5o1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sour note, I'll be having my semester exams at the end of this month, in less than 3 weeks. Seriously fml. Anyway I have to squeeze in a appreciation post for expressing my thanks to Cher Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be updating my blog for some time now till the exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="//www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fkamwah4homies.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F11%2Fmy-november.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fb-comments" data-href="http://kamwah4homies.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-november.html" data-num-posts="2" data-width="500" data-colorscheme="dark"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436330167736719273-9159536039868237999?l=kamwah4homies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Things change, just like the leaves changing colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a someone that gets too attached to things and people when I'm around them for a long time. It's kinda true though. But then the bad thing is, once they leave me, I'll start getting miserable. It's like whatever that have happened before never really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;People that I once thought were my friends, started turning their backs on me.&lt;/span&gt; I placed my trust in them, but some only realized that I exist in their eyes when they needed my help. I look like a nice guy right? The one who looks like he's willing to do anything to help? Well sometimes, all I wanted to do is to say "F**K YOU" in your face. 'Cause sometimes when I asked back for help instead, I get turned away. I was like, "WTF man? Can't you just repay me the favour for helping you the other day?"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFWoa0x2cIo/TqtiAaC7q_I/AAAAAAAACGw/E9OLImjExOA/s1600/316481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFWoa0x2cIo/TqtiAaC7q_I/AAAAAAAACGw/E9OLImjExOA/s400/316481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668732315107044338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;People that I once shared a special feeling and connection, started ignoring and distancing away from me.&lt;/span&gt; It was like whatever happened before this never took place and didn't matter anymore. I still remember the times we had, what could have been had things not gone this way. It reminds me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt;. He fell in love with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;, hang out with her, do things together that couples usually do and he thought she was really into him. But alas no, she decided that it's best for both of them to remain 'just friends'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shot through the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3hOqwq9YE/TqtlVX03LVI/AAAAAAAACG8/Lj-LKAwjQaQ/s1600/316151_2549627582589_1310823269_32948799_645563659_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3hOqwq9YE/TqtlVX03LVI/AAAAAAAACG8/Lj-LKAwjQaQ/s400/316151_2549627582589_1310823269_32948799_645563659_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668735973823294802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a really nice film, thanks to a recommendation from a &lt;a href="http://suckysaki.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; of mine. She just won't stop pestering me to watch it so I decided to give it a go. Not your typical love story, but a story about love, and a good one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I care too much about other people's feelings till I forgot to care for my own feelings as well. Maybe I should stop giving a damn about how others feel and be a selfish jerk on my own. But even if I do care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no matter how hard I refrain from doing so)&lt;/span&gt;, I'll make it a point to not make it obvious. People take you for granted in such things you know? But I wish not to hurt other people's feelings, as I know how it feels like like on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKmFxbaZA8g/TqtncI9uCPI/AAAAAAAACHI/a9EtYSslNFs/s1600/hse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKmFxbaZA8g/TqtncI9uCPI/AAAAAAAACHI/a9EtYSslNFs/s200/hse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668738289116252402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take Dr House for example. Always looking miserable and never really give a single damn about others and only do what he does best: treating diseases. To him, getting too attached and close to people around him will turn out to be nothing good once they start leaving you. And when he cares, he makes an attempt to ensure no one knows that it was him. But deep inside, he feels lonely but yet refuses to acknowledge it. Frankly, I'm scared of turning into him myself if things don't change soon. Yeah, sometimes I do feel #foreveralone, but so what? I'm still human you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYXrN6UiipE/Tqto_EBz1rI/AAAAAAAACHU/sS7pwsn3-SY/s1600/be-awesome%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYXrN6UiipE/Tqto_EBz1rI/AAAAAAAACHU/sS7pwsn3-SY/s400/be-awesome%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668739988598281906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking inspiration from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes I tried to divert away all my sadness and try to be awesome instead. But the difference between me and Barney: He has his awesome and best friends around him. While for me, my awesome and best friends are all scattered around Malaysia. Thank God we still manage to keep in touch and meet up once in a while, not like that bunch who hang out at the MacClaren's bar every night. Even my effort for trying to forget my sadness and be awesome is ridiculed by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the best solution for now is:&lt;/span&gt; Just feel good about myself and care less about other people who don't appreciate my existence. Taking an advice from my friend: Enjoy life and f**k around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(figuratively, not literally la). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people that I've described above, nah... They don't really read my blog. So they won't really stumbled into this. Even if they do, are they gonna realize that they are the ones mentioned here? I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haters gonna hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="//www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fkamwah4homies.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F10%2Ffriends-or-foes.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436330167736719273-3849442334022643162?l=kamwah4homies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Somehow I just stumbled upon it today on Facebook and I decided it's kinda nice to share it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with some minor tweaks here and there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. What a creative theory created by &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=564459813"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;. This theory has not been proven scientifically yet but that doesn't mean it's not true, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the feeling of missing someone regulated by our body? Have you ever thought about this? I really hope that it is a negative feedback inhibition so that those feelings will not be stronger and can be reduced as time passes. Unfortunately, it is regulated through a positive feedback mechanism. What on earth is this, you may ask. Well, let me explain to you by using a simple diagram&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; (Medical students will understand this easier as we have learned this endocrine physiology concept before)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxXAYRJSLA4/TqpCCXj_saI/AAAAAAAACGk/RjtjOuJpB1w/s1600/feedback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxXAYRJSLA4/TqpCCXj_saI/AAAAAAAACGk/RjtjOuJpB1w/s400/feedback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668415689451352482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Based on the diagram, a so-called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing Centre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(located in an imaginary part of our brain)&lt;/span&gt; is the main regulatory centre. When this centre is stimulated by certain stimuli &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(e.g: at night, lonely, desperate??!!)&lt;/span&gt;, it will release a type of hormone. I have named it as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missingic hormone&lt;/span&gt;. The hormone is produced in a specialized neuron, called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuclei of Valentine&lt;/span&gt; in Missing Centre. Missingic hormone is a powerful hormone and the only hormone that can act on every single cells in the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then through an unknown mechanism, the hormone enters the cells. It can enter the cells without any obstructions via any types of transportation and it binds to the DNA molecules in the nucleus. After the transcription and translation of the gene, a new molecule is produced, called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing-U molecule&lt;/span&gt;. Because of this molecule, we start to miss someone. The higher its concentration, the stronger the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the concentration of Missing-U molecules is high, it actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exerts a positive feedback mechanism on the Missing Centre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(Positive feedback mechanism means when the concentration of certain molecule is high, it stimulates the centre which produces it)&lt;/span&gt;. As a result, The Missingic hormone is produced rapidly and more in a never-ending cycle. Therefore, the feeling of missing is stronger each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the research done, there is no enzyme to digest or hydrolyze the Missing-U Molecules. However, it is believed that time can reduce its amount &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(Perhaps the molecules need time to self-degenerate)&lt;/span&gt;. If it is not degenerated, it will stay in the body for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you understand now? In conclusion, it is not your fault to miss someone because it cannot be controlled or reduced by our body. We were born this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This is my reaction to this article when I first read it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g48n6aoSu5I/TqpCCdWU2wI/AAAAAAAACGY/0bWb5M7wk28/s1600/obama%2Bnot%2Bbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g48n6aoSu5I/TqpCCdWU2wI/AAAAAAAACGY/0bWb5M7wk28/s400/obama%2Bnot%2Bbad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668415691004631810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="//www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fkamwah4homies.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F10%2Fmissing-u-positive-feedback-mechanism.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436330167736719273-5318419780261587047?l=kamwah4homies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm writing a blog post for a contest which is the author of &lt;a href="http://www.lukeyishandsome.com/"&gt;LukeyisHandsome.com&lt;/a&gt;, with the prize being an iPad! How awesome is that? So these are the reasons why I want an iPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Challenge Accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friends said that my blog sucks and I don't stand a chance of winning the iPad, I just simply said, 'Challenge Accepted' and decided to prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lax22lUyfx1qahd69o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 282px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lax22lUyfx1qahd69o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Laptop is too mainstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjCn-_TLCS8/TphqWXsQnfI/AAAAAAAACEg/WgGkKNixm98/s1600/lappie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjCn-_TLCS8/TphqWXsQnfI/AAAAAAAACEg/WgGkKNixm98/s400/lappie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663393463967718898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and bulky for a medical student like me. It's kinda inconvenient for  me to bring my laptop around for my assignments and notes. Having an  iPad will certainly make things easier and I don't have to make my bag heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Saving the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking bout the notes, instead of printing them we can actually save the trees by reading my notes in their soft copies via pdf reader. Less trees gonna be chopped down and blah blah blah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(all those stuff la, you know what I mean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWeojVLAa4E/Tphrx3fnD5I/AAAAAAAACEs/yH42Nem2j0g/s1600/environment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWeojVLAa4E/Tphrx3fnD5I/AAAAAAAACEs/yH42Nem2j0g/s400/environment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663395035872694162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, enough of those medical course-related stuff that I've mentioned above. Surely those reasons are lame enough to bore you. So, let us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Impress some girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contrary to popular belief, girls actually have a thing or two on these tech geeks. Nice guys may finish last, but tech geeks have more advantages over them with at least some gadgets around them , and an iPad fits nicely. But then why not get an iPad2 you ask me? Well for one reason, please refer to reason #9 later. Then you can do the following steps.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUIaLDuUCYc/Tph2lEmP3uI/AAAAAAAACF0/wKow5JkER9w/s1600/close%2Benuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUIaLDuUCYc/Tph2lEmP3uI/AAAAAAAACF0/wKow5JkER9w/s400/close%2Benuf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663406910679801570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. For Steve Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without him, this iPad will not be available to be given away at all. Sadly I've never in my whole life ever owned an Apple product before. Owning one now would be a nice tribute to the man. At least I know who Steve Jobs is, not like some pathetic fellas who don't but yet still own Apple products themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3cYEKHEoL8/TphscI3krvI/AAAAAAAACE4/5_HAHW3tXwQ/s1600/tumblr_lsogytcIyj1qcxcjfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3cYEKHEoL8/TphscI3krvI/AAAAAAAACE4/5_HAHW3tXwQ/s400/tumblr_lsogytcIyj1qcxcjfo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663395762091110130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what? I actually had a hunch that his last product iPhone 4S was named such way instead of iPhone 5 maybe because the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4S&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"4(for) Steve"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6. Even kids have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids my generation used to have only Game Boy console to play with, but kids these days some even have an iPad of their own! So if they have iPad, why can't a young adult like me own one as well? Besides I do more than just play with them ok?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXQw4GWaVDE/TphuoLsR-eI/AAAAAAAACFQ/akidWBWW9v8/s1600/then%2Bnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXQw4GWaVDE/TphuoLsR-eI/AAAAAAAACFQ/akidWBWW9v8/s400/then%2Bnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663398168030738914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those parents really spoiled their kids these days. Haizz.. Too bad I don't have Lucius Malfoy as my dad, if not I'll be going around saying:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbmzDjrftQ4/Tpht7ApBCqI/AAAAAAAACFE/-tTok_-cCq4/s1600/draco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbmzDjrftQ4/Tpht7ApBCqI/AAAAAAAACFE/-tTok_-cCq4/s400/draco2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663397391970142882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;7. To fulfill my destiny as the ultimate stalker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new Facebook layout, it's almost impossible to not know what's your friends are doing on FB. What's a better way to stalk your friends then having an iPad wherever you go so you can just know what that hot chick in your class is doing. Or better still, see where the place she where she has just checked into and 'accidentally bump into' her. Awesome.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLff4W0fYBo/Tphw9zVG1TI/AAAAAAAACFc/jlR0bD0ROcY/s1600/stalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLff4W0fYBo/Tphw9zVG1TI/AAAAAAAACFc/jlR0bD0ROcY/s400/stalker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663400738471466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Angry Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylcr1cN0mr0/Tpf7Nvs43OI/AAAAAAAACEI/NmU03I0pRvo/s1600/angry%2Bbirds%2By%2Bu%2Bno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylcr1cN0mr0/Tpf7Nvs43OI/AAAAAAAACEI/NmU03I0pRvo/s400/angry%2Bbirds%2By%2Bu%2Bno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663271270003301602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To play Angry Birds on an iPad. It's probably the one with the largest screen to play compared to other Apple products, Android phones or tablets. I don't feel that comfortable often borrowing my friends' stuff just to play Angry Birds. I guess some has even gotten mad at me for unlocking all the levels before they can do so. So, it's better I can get one of my own instead..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBpxmRuPLtk/TporAXfATPI/AAAAAAAACGA/4cstwIvELmc/s1600/angry%2Bbirds%2Basia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBpxmRuPLtk/TporAXfATPI/AAAAAAAACGA/4cstwIvELmc/s400/angry%2Bbirds%2Basia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663886766675873010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the future, maybe I could play 'Angry Birds Asia' if there's such version! Looks more like 'Angry Fruits' to me..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBpxmRuPLtk/TporAXfATPI/AAAAAAAACGA/4cstwIvELmc/s1600/angry%2Bbirds%2Basia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. I'm a typical Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Aiya, Malaysia people memang like that wan la. See anything free sure want one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Whether got use or no use.&lt;/span&gt; That's why you keep on hearing people getting getting cheated off their money due to some scams. But rest assured, this blogging competition isn't a scam at all. I'm so typical Malaysian that I so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt; wanna make a picture for this reason #9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Convenient to surf LukeyIsHandsome.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sC3lei0ii8E/Tpf7N7KjP4I/AAAAAAAACEU/mTx7ECbkXhw/s1600/Lukey%2Bipad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sC3lei0ii8E/Tpf7N7KjP4I/AAAAAAAACEU/mTx7ECbkXhw/s400/Lukey%2Bipad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663271273080504194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now practically at any where and anytime (provided there's Wifi around), I can entertain myself with Lukey's (almost daily) doses of narcissism on his blog.  What's the point of getting the iPad if you don't visit the the blog which belongs to the owner of the iPad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This contest is open to all bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, whether are you friends with him or not. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCyXwJnoeS4/TmDBeM86ujI/AAAAAAAACDg/YA9YEPYXs3o/s1600/building2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCyXwJnoeS4/TmDBeM86ujI/AAAAAAAACDg/YA9YEPYXs3o/s400/building2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647726657339570738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On an irrelevant note, on 1st of September the Hogwarts' Express is taking another new batch of excited 11-year-old wizards and witches to Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Don't you think it's awesome having the opportunity to study at Hogwarts? Here are some reasons why Hogwarts is a great place to study, rather than the boring educational system we have here.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voldemort's dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The most evil and greatest dark wizard of all time has been defeated and is dead. So safety is not an issue here.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4I7pC6PinMc/TiKxJ8wJcYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Iz7uPHOAJfM/s1600/battle%2Bvol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4I7pC6PinMc/TiKxJ8wJcYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Iz7uPHOAJfM/s1600/battle%2Bvol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome meal times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;At Hogwarts, you can never get hungry. During meal times, loads of food appeared from below the table and you can eat all you want. Once in a while if you're smart enough, you can even steal from the kitchen.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqw7vefjg21qdhyr5o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 212px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqw7vefjg21qdhyr5o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat all you want!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqw7vefjg21qdhyr5o3_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqw7vefjg21qdhyr5o3_400.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wu8b7oM8TJo/TmDAMAK9RDI/AAAAAAAACDI/c2ANP963iqg/s1600/Exterior_of_Weasleys_Wizards_Wheezes_shop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wu8b7oM8TJo/TmDAMAK9RDI/AAAAAAAACDI/c2ANP963iqg/s400/Exterior_of_Weasleys_Wizards_Wheezes_shop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647725245159523378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This may not be at Hogwarts, but at least it's related to the magical world. Where else can you can joke items but here? Founded by the Weasley twins, you can get all sort of stuff to prank your friends. They may be weird and funny, but they are guaranteed to make you laugh.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never be afraid of ghosts anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty much surrounded by ghost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(such as Nearly Headless Nick and Helena Ravenclaw)&lt;/span&gt; around Hogwarts, so you kinda get used to it after some time.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkKMJaT1tlQ/TmDBdsDvK8I/AAAAAAAACDQ/3utPlg6ljoc/s1600/Nearly%2BHeadless%2BNick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkKMJaT1tlQ/TmDBdsDvK8I/AAAAAAAACDQ/3utPlg6ljoc/s400/Nearly%2BHeadless%2BNick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647726648509803458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9L5NIH8CBmI/TmDBd7hop6I/AAAAAAAACDY/egmE4WqN9P4/s1600/Helena_Ravenclaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9L5NIH8CBmI/TmDBd7hop6I/AAAAAAAACDY/egmE4WqN9P4/s400/Helena_Ravenclaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647726652661737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning useful spells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;You're studying at your table. You made a mistake, and you need an eraser&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Wait, we don't use erasers at Hogwarts. We use parchment quills to write. Oh yeah, never mind. It's just an example)&lt;/span&gt; and you couldn't find it. Instead of getting irritated, you just shout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Accio eraser!'&lt;/span&gt; and your eraser comes flying at you. Summoning charm is kinda useful huh?
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqvxlpejsC1qdhyr5o1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqvxlpejsC1qdhyr5o1_400.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And learning how to Apparate and Disapparate is gonna save us a lot on travelling. We can just get from one place to another in just a few seconds, provided you did it correctly.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqw8k0S1e71qdhyr5o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 188px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqw8k0S1e71qdhyr5o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quidditch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTdXVMQOlFY/TmDBeB5ptqI/AAAAAAAACDo/eJ2YrQwuuEQ/s1600/quidditch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTdXVMQOlFY/TmDBeB5ptqI/AAAAAAAACDo/eJ2YrQwuuEQ/s400/quidditch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647726654373082786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quidditch even makes football looks lame by comparison. This sport is awesome!!! Why? 'Cause it involves flying on a broomstick! Quidditch is so enticing that even Muggles tried to play it (on the ground) as seen here below.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CbQjX2OZRk/TmDBeZQLoVI/AAAAAAAACDw/0eoGo5-tr1I/s1600/quidditch%2Bmuggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CbQjX2OZRk/TmDBeZQLoVI/AAAAAAAACDw/0eoGo5-tr1I/s400/quidditch%2Bmuggle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647726660641595730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can never get puberty wrong at Hogwarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;These pictures say it all.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2Hxa_NiiAw/TmDyMIa4kNI/AAAAAAAACD4/YejRQ4BlXD8/s1600/Pub%2BCombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 933px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2Hxa_NiiAw/TmDyMIa4kNI/AAAAAAAACD4/YejRQ4BlXD8/s1600/Pub%2BCombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95kHA6jtB_o/TmDyMS5wmCI/AAAAAAAACEA/Jz2TZGqbkY8/s1600/pub%2Briddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95kHA6jtB_o/TmDyMS5wmCI/AAAAAAAACEA/Jz2TZGqbkY8/s1600/pub%2Briddle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the best to those who are gonna experience new lives in universities after this. Take care, and may be the force be with you..
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&lt;br /&gt;A question struck me the other day and got me thinking, what will I do if I were a girl? Well for guys there's the Bro Code, maybe I'll make something up and call it The 10 Commandments For Girls.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Thou shall treat nice guys better&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you heard it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice guys finish last.&lt;/span&gt; But have you heard the second part? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice girls finish first. 'Cause they are usually taken by the first guys.&lt;/span&gt; That's why nice girls are '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt;' once they choose these bad boys. And they kept on complaining boys are jerks.&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lowl7gxOQO1qab0nko1_r1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lowl7gxOQO1qab0nko1_r1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lowl7gxOQO1qab0nko2_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 169px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lowl7gxOQO1qab0nko2_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Thou shall not be a slut/bitch&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Act like a one, and you will be treated like one. You may think guys like it. We don't. Even if we do, it won't be for long. And never ever be a third party in a relationship.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIzezat7Rqs/Tl8_K2M5roI/AAAAAAAACCw/TyvQiwl5bGM/s1600/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIzezat7Rqs/Tl8_K2M5roI/AAAAAAAACCw/TyvQiwl5bGM/s400/slut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647301913326759554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Thou shall not wear high heels&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I'm a medic student and high heels are definitely a no-no. They may make you slightly taller and accentuate the shape of your butt, but it's bad for your body posture, foot, health blah blah blah some boring details. If you still want to bore yourself out, read &lt;a href="http://foothealth.about.com/od/shoessocks/a/HighHeelsBad.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYw64A9mdKQ/Tl80FDninAI/AAAAAAAACCA/raUg8ybfBxM/s1600/high%2Bheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 703px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYw64A9mdKQ/Tl80FDninAI/AAAAAAAACCA/raUg8ybfBxM/s1600/high%2Bheels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yYw64A9mdKQ/Tl80FDninAI/AAAAAAAACCA/raUg8ybfBxM/s1600/high%2Bheels.jpg"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;4. Thou shall wear less make-up&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A little once in a while for some big occasion is acceptable, but sometimes boys just prefer you just the way you look without any make-up on. Simplicity is the best policy. If you have watched Christina Aguilera in the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burlesque&lt;/span&gt;, then you'll get my meaning.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4qOTYEaubk/Tl89GQO17yI/AAAAAAAACCo/AmMqpCt4MEY/s1600/Makeup%2Bcomparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4qOTYEaubk/Tl89GQO17yI/AAAAAAAACCo/AmMqpCt4MEY/s400/Makeup%2Bcomparison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647299635391622946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Thou shall love Severus Snape, not Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Why: Snape has appeared in more movies than Bieber, though he acted like a jerk in all except the last one. He even has a spin-off movie of his own: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Always Say Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRb6qeinwOc/Tl80FGJItCI/AAAAAAAACCI/PRonFqUr9m4/s1600/bieber%2Bn%2Bsnape2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRb6qeinwOc/Tl80FGJItCI/AAAAAAAACCI/PRonFqUr9m4/s400/bieber%2Bn%2Bsnape2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647289719898813474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like Bieber, Snape composed a song as well about the girl who broke his heart, Lily Evans.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgAS6uJRJ7s/Tl80E1Vp4bI/AAAAAAAACB4/5mAAH3ItUm0/s1600/bieber%2Bn%2Bsnape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jgAS6uJRJ7s/Tl80E1Vp4bI/AAAAAAAACB4/5mAAH3ItUm0/s400/bieber%2Bn%2Bsnape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647289715387916722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;6. Thou shall learn more about football&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;When I say football, I mean football, not those hot and handsome football players. Even if you have only, let say 5% knowledge of football, you're awesome.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Efd50T0kGPg/Tl84qQOZcWI/AAAAAAAACCY/gFT_LvQxvWE/s1600/girls%2Bfootball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Efd50T0kGPg/Tl84qQOZcWI/AAAAAAAACCY/gFT_LvQxvWE/s400/girls%2Bfootball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647294756306907490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;7. Thou shall give boys an easier time&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Come on, stop giving us gestures and signals for us to decipher. We aren't blessed with the intelligence to do that. It's like asking a kindergarten kid to solve a secondary level maths problem.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIUmmj12RtQ/Tl86if6mT4I/AAAAAAAACCg/fyrDfidBsCc/s1600/easier%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIUmmj12RtQ/Tl86if6mT4I/AAAAAAAACCg/fyrDfidBsCc/s400/easier%2Btime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647296822103134082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;8. Thou shall not think too much&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Girls think too much. Even the simplest things tend to be over analyzed. Chill out. Not everything will turn out in the worst possible way.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgEgn5ZFr14/TitSC7KKQaI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zQjyDf3xAVU/s1600/tumblr_lkvoqfyACr1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgEgn5ZFr14/TitSC7KKQaI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zQjyDf3xAVU/s1600/tumblr_lkvoqfyACr1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;9. Thou shall never walk in groups all the time&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, groups of girls will freak boys out as they will never dare to approach you. And it can mislead the others due to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cheerleader Effect&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's when you see a group of girls/guys and they look hot, but when you see each person individually they are NOT. This effect is because they look hot only in groups"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cZzGJnWwUs/Tl82QuXzK2I/AAAAAAAACCQ/vWAtxD0ziWg/s1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cZzGJnWwUs/Tl82QuXzK2I/AAAAAAAACCQ/vWAtxD0ziWg/s400/Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647292118699551586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;10. Thou shall follow the hot-crazy scale&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;As quoted by Barney Stinson: "A girl is allowed to be crazy as long as she is equally hot". Video tutorial here:
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I get kinda excited in the morning 'cause there will be a live broadcast of the Merdeka celebration parade on television&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUiJCzS2amA/TlyWpYcSZ7I/AAAAAAAACBA/Jhjz4whrS_g/s1600/parade%2Bon%2Btv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUiJCzS2amA/TlyWpYcSZ7I/AAAAAAAACBA/Jhjz4whrS_g/s400/parade%2Bon%2Btv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646553670495659954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9QOElBQc5k/TlyXMSiY32I/AAAAAAAACBI/E3zhboAsQT0/s1600/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9QOElBQc5k/TlyXMSiY32I/AAAAAAAACBI/E3zhboAsQT0/s400/sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646554270206058338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I want is just a few more hours of well-deserved sleep in the morning.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;When I was 7&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Those kids (including me) will be waving our miniature Malaysian flags proudly around the school. The more the better!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbqSUj15iH0/TlySJnDxe1I/AAAAAAAACAo/HBspeDgzH_I/s1600/SpongeBob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbqSUj15iH0/TlySJnDxe1I/AAAAAAAACAo/HBspeDgzH_I/s400/SpongeBob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646548726617045842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASkT0N5Umr0/TlySJf2-OjI/AAAAAAAACAg/g3m5G7glboo/s1600/CS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ASkT0N5Umr0/TlySJf2-OjI/AAAAAAAACAg/g3m5G7glboo/s400/CS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646548724684306994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only thing being held in my hand is a grenade (at least in the Counter Strike game)
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I would happily participate in Merdeka celebration in the school and sing those patriotic songs.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1Chpu1B5UI/Tlzrjgdl6II/AAAAAAAACBw/cbs5FUXBVLM/s1600/students%2Bsinging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1Chpu1B5UI/Tlzrjgdl6II/AAAAAAAACBw/cbs5FUXBVLM/s400/students%2Bsinging.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646647028057761922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbi7mEQvZRg/TlzrjmLEMUI/AAAAAAAACBo/oyzzuuaBBiE/s1600/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbi7mEQvZRg/TlzrjmLEMUI/AAAAAAAACBo/oyzzuuaBBiE/s400/rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646647029590667586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spend my time listening to rock and pop songs instead
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was 13
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's gonna be an awesome day, 'cause it's public holiday and there will be no school that day!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxKxMX0QC4E/TlyTXTC8n_I/AAAAAAAACAw/D2Nepkv3yhw/s1600/school%2Bholz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxKxMX0QC4E/TlyTXTC8n_I/AAAAAAAACAw/D2Nepkv3yhw/s400/school%2Bholz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646550061274669042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKszy0JcZ9s/TlyZBzRJ6vI/AAAAAAAACBQ/FHyn3QOR8dQ/s1600/holz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PKszy0JcZ9s/TlyZBzRJ6vI/AAAAAAAACBQ/FHyn3QOR8dQ/s400/holz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646556289036839666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;31st August is in the middle of the school holiday break. What's the difference?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was 16
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got first prize in a patriotic essay writing competition in my school. Ironically if I'm not mistaken, the given title was: 'What Merdeka means to me', which happens to be the title of this post!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWZg0x36Gsg/TlyZRv-ou-I/AAAAAAAACBY/_FUce-pZfAA/s1600/essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWZg0x36Gsg/TlyZRv-ou-I/AAAAAAAACBY/_FUce-pZfAA/s400/essay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646556563031768034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqqaykvDyq1qdhyr5o1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqqaykvDyq1qdhyr5o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm rambling random stuff bout Merdeka on my blog.
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&lt;br /&gt;How things have changed eh?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Don't judge me too quick and label me unpatriotic. Even though I'm not showing it but deep inside, I love my country. Just the country ok? Don't get me wrong.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ofLRZhB9M/TlygzxMY2WI/AAAAAAAACBg/pnrHJWROEhY/s1600/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ofLRZhB9M/TlygzxMY2WI/AAAAAAAACBg/pnrHJWROEhY/s400/football.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646564844054829410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, I support the national football squad also, ok? I was sad as well when they couldn't get pass Singapore in the World Cup qualifying round few weeks back.
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&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I will go and catch the upcoming and soon-to-be-released movie, Captain Malaysia: The First 1Malaysia! Sources from &lt;a href="http://www.kenwooi.com/2011/08/captain-malaysia.html"&gt;Kenwooi News Network&lt;/a&gt; said that it is a highly-anticipated sequel to the American blockbuster.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YfcBeN4Am4/Tkk0uL9t6gI/AAAAAAAAK9Q/36mk-h332YM/s800/captain+malaysia+najib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 521px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YfcBeN4Am4/Tkk0uL9t6gI/AAAAAAAAK9Q/36mk-h332YM/s800/captain+malaysia+najib.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca7AuEBKwQM/TklFvoU7KZI/AAAAAAAAK-I/fE2iu7c2c1k/s800/captain+malaysia+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 630px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca7AuEBKwQM/TklFvoU7KZI/AAAAAAAAK-I/fE2iu7c2c1k/s800/captain+malaysia+poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. I do admire his awesome Photoshop skills. Pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://kenwooi.com/"&gt;kenwooi.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy 54th Independence day Malaysia!!! God bless us.
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&lt;br /&gt;I think it's kind of a good thing actually. Imagine those things that happen once FB no longer plays a part in our lives.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. Freedom from our self-imposed jail!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aL3VzvNjV6M/Tlu41oKvTKI/AAAAAAAAB_g/k9kL-afedQk/s1600/FB%2Bprison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 695px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aL3VzvNjV6M/Tlu41oKvTKI/AAAAAAAAB_g/k9kL-afedQk/s1600/FB%2Bprison.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. No more camwhorers&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBDkXPYYyHg/TlutBCvnWKI/AAAAAAAAB-g/x1Tbuv8s92Q/s1600/camwhore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBDkXPYYyHg/TlutBCvnWKI/AAAAAAAAB-g/x1Tbuv8s92Q/s400/camwhore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646296791267104930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are awful to be looked at, aren't they?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3. No more people advertising themselves&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yT16gCU9In8/TluuQsb4D0I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/QP9IXjfgb2E/s1600/Like%2Blink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yT16gCU9In8/TluuQsb4D0I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/QP9IXjfgb2E/s400/Like%2Blink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646298159668268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truth be told, suddenly these fellas will become very good friends of yours on FB and ask for your help to 'like' or vote their pics in some competitions.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I'm gonna spend more time on Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7VBE8zkanI/TluuQA8titI/AAAAAAAAB_A/295pUklFico/s1600/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c7VBE8zkanI/TluuQA8titI/AAAAAAAAB_A/295pUklFico/s400/tumblr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646298147994831570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture says a thousand words. That's what Tumblr is all about. And it's less boring than FB too.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5QGO-vzpEA/TlutBbsLjnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/wUHDG5FwzUM/s1600/Kanye%2BFB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5QGO-vzpEA/TlutBbsLjnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/wUHDG5FwzUM/s400/Kanye%2BFB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646296797963587186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5. China will be laughing their ass off&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok24kxTtKU0/TluuQbBmeBI/AAAAAAAAB_I/hLkwXmwvst0/s1600/renren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok24kxTtKU0/TluuQbBmeBI/AAAAAAAAB_I/hLkwXmwvst0/s400/renren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646298154994661394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you don't know, China has banned FB in the country and has another social networking site called &lt;a href="http://renren.com/"&gt;renren.com&lt;/a&gt;. When translated, it simply means 'people people'. So whether FB is still around or not, it doesn't matter much to them.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6. Malaysia tried to join in the fun but...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8RgZkZnCbE/Tlu4126MmvI/AAAAAAAAB_o/09I3IKinOMc/s1600/1malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8RgZkZnCbE/Tlu4126MmvI/AAAAAAAAB_o/09I3IKinOMc/s400/1malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646309793251236594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, people aren't really in favour of such things.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Students will start studying again..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A8j1edlrmE8/TlutBQwd96I/AAAAAAAAB-o/UNFiiMxjkvM/s1600/Face%2Bbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A8j1edlrmE8/TlutBQwd96I/AAAAAAAAB-o/UNFiiMxjkvM/s400/Face%2Bbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646296795028780962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's time to face real books now instead.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8. Guys gonna learn how to talk face-to-face with girls&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf54MSTA1mI/Tlu7z5RowzI/AAAAAAAAB_4/37rhuqdgBic/s1600/Barney%2BFB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 847px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf54MSTA1mI/Tlu7z5RowzI/AAAAAAAAB_4/37rhuqdgBic/s1600/Barney%2BFB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is where Barney Stinson comes into the picture. He'll teach you all you need to know to go after a girl, rather than posting cheezy and lame stuff on her FB wall and photos. Suit up!!!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpdmayr25F1qgs20ho1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpdmayr25F1qgs20ho1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpdmayr25F1qgs20ho2_r1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpdmayr25F1qgs20ho2_r1_250.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;But then, I've noticed recently that this phrase is being overused and  overrated. Not attempting to pour cold water on anyone but in my  opinion, the phrase 'I love you' seems to have lost its true and  beautiful meaning.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Call me old-fashioned whatsoever, I don't think anyone should just  simply blurt out 'I love you' to anyone of the opposite sex, even though  you think you're madly in love with them. The phrase carries a much  deeper meaning and should not be taken lightly.
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&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you don't throw those words 'I love you' around as if you're  saying 'Hello' to someone else. It is not something that we should take  granted for, if not one day you'll realized that you have been making a  fool out of yourself all these while.
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&lt;br /&gt;My advice is, say those words when you're ready. If not you'll feel like a fool when you finally got back to your senses. Besides, you don't tell someone after your first date that you're in love with them like Ted Mosby in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'How I Met Your Mother'&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi1dO2qL4g0/TltpeFmxg2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/KeqwUfzqBwU/s1600/robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi1dO2qL4g0/TltpeFmxg2I/AAAAAAAAB-I/KeqwUfzqBwU/s400/robin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646222523460846434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XakSpkyPf5E/TltpeLb1T1I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/MohRyl3E-GQ/s1600/ted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XakSpkyPf5E/TltpeLb1T1I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/MohRyl3E-GQ/s400/ted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646222525025570642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Robin: I think I like your olive theory&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ted: I think I like your new French horn&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Robin: I think I like your nose&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ted: I think I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;That totally freaked Robin out. But they do hooked up later as a couple. But sadly they broke up, citing different personal aims in lives. Too bad, they were a great couple.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;So guys and girls, the lesson is: Don't abuse the usage of 'I love you'. Excessive usage will somehow take away its beautiful meaning, unless you both are already together for some time.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is merely a personal opinion and is not aimed personally at anyone that I knew. Just a blog post speaking from experience.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;When your soul feels empty
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you tried to attempt
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Seems to go wrong or fail miserably
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I was never okay
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me that again
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're interrupting my performance
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing that I've managed to do well so far
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a straight face in front of everyone
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Apparently Mark Zuckerberg doesn't get this. One of the most recent changes he made on Facebook recently is the new chat system. Kinda sucks. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3Thx4aYRJI/TjQBQ9YKEDI/AAAAAAAAB9o/1Pk3HjXOUjA/s1600/Untitled-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3Thx4aYRJI/TjQBQ9YKEDI/AAAAAAAAB9o/1Pk3HjXOUjA/s400/Untitled-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130424612753458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This format only allows us to view the online status of only a few of our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'most interacted friends'&lt;/span&gt; recently. For those who are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'not that close'&lt;/span&gt;, well sorry for ya. If you wish to search for a particular friend to see whether are they online or not, you'll have to type and search for his/her name at the bottom. Kinda troublesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But fortunately, I stumbled upon the solution on FB!!! One my friends posted it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;However it only applies to Google Chrome browser&lt;/span&gt;. Through these few simple steps, we can revert back into the old Facebook sidebar chatbox &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click on the pic to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9UeIWPVFZU/TjQBF64WSyI/AAAAAAAAB84/xUMT8S0CCzE/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n9UeIWPVFZU/TjQBF64WSyI/AAAAAAAAB84/xUMT8S0CCzE/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130234963905314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First click the SETTINGS icon on your Chrome browser. Then go to TOOLS and select EXTENSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePI_t5kq9lw/TjQBGILlx6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/3e1tdMVMjUs/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePI_t5kq9lw/TjQBGILlx6I/AAAAAAAAB9A/3e1tdMVMjUs/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130238534272930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A page like this will appear. Type in the search box the following keywords: facebook chat sidebar disabler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oe5sJWg01A0/TjQBGUSRbAI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ij5JaFH8s5U/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oe5sJWg01A0/TjQBGUSRbAI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ij5JaFH8s5U/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130241783524354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then choose FACEBOOK CHAT SIDEBAR DISABLER and click on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YQ14tMUYxQ/TjQBGggs_FI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/0C5Y2rKL4KM/s1600/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YQ14tMUYxQ/TjQBGggs_FI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/0C5Y2rKL4KM/s400/Untitled-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130245065276498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click INSTALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z44KFldoL9s/TjQBG1WbSjI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/c4mO2Ya5Dio/s1600/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z44KFldoL9s/TjQBG1WbSjI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/c4mO2Ya5Dio/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130250659318322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Refresh your page and voila!!! Your Facebook sidebar chatbox is back to the old and original format!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CDAY6Co22U/TjQBQhd7CWI/AAAAAAAAB9g/ccu6ldomSKg/s1600/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CDAY6Co22U/TjQBQhd7CWI/AAAAAAAAB9g/ccu6ldomSKg/s400/Untitled-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130417120741730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I can browse my online friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(including those who are idle) &lt;/span&gt;according to different friend lists that I've created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDVC9kBXLzM/TjQBQ7X4fKI/AAAAAAAAB9w/uTM6nnW4jnQ/s1600/Untitled-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDVC9kBXLzM/TjQBQ7X4fKI/AAAAAAAAB9w/uTM6nnW4jnQ/s400/Untitled-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635130424074730658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But if some of you still prefer the new format, you can always disable the extension by going back to the extension page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;READ THIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm not really sure on how will it affect the video chat feature after reverting back to this old format. Anyway, enjoy it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eItaANugZIc/TjQE7WwxHuI/AAAAAAAAB94/s9URKMbO8Y8/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eItaANugZIc/TjQE7WwxHuI/AAAAAAAAB94/s9URKMbO8Y8/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635134451516251874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fkamwah4homies.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F07%2Fold-facebook-chat.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:comments href="http://kamwah4homies.blogspot.com/2011/07/old-facebook-chat.html" num_posts="2" width="500" colorscheme="dark"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436330167736719273-6641274112171888235?l=kamwah4homies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But then, I didn't have the chance to meet them live as was preoccupied with other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I'm starting to love this band after listening to them a few months back. And this is one of the best I've came across, with awesome lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mLqHDhF-O28?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't remember a moment I tried to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I lost myself, is it better not said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm closer to the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a thousand to one and a million to two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to go down in flames and I'm taking you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer to the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not saying I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;One day maybe we'll make it (One day maybe we'll meet again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not saying I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;One day maybe we'll meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;The birth of a sun, the death of a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer to the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;This never ending story paid for with pride and fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;We all fall short of glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in our fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not saying I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;One day maybe we'll meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not saying I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;One day maybe we'll meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not saying I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;One day maybe we'll meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not saying I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;One day maybe we'll meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;No no no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer to the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer to the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); 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Thought it would be nice to share it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PoRqHWszsHk/TitSY2v__lI/AAAAAAAAB8g/30OXSG6A4-g/s1600/tumblr_lkvoz8z26Y1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PoRqHWszsHk/TitSY2v__lI/AAAAAAAAB8g/30OXSG6A4-g/s400/tumblr_lkvoz8z26Y1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686345924116050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSLXLSJ6uR0/TitSYkNN6sI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/GfHIQwc9bt0/s1600/tumblr_lkvoyay6tO1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSLXLSJ6uR0/TitSYkNN6sI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/GfHIQwc9bt0/s400/tumblr_lkvoyay6tO1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686340946389698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPAP25Qidqk/TitSYlrEoFI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/308t5Hk5ifQ/s1600/tumblr_lkvoxfJLGx1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPAP25Qidqk/TitSYlrEoFI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/308t5Hk5ifQ/s400/tumblr_lkvoxfJLGx1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686341340045394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obWjrrxI8uQ/TitSYRASU5I/AAAAAAAAB8I/OP9cTZ-6bU8/s1600/tumblr_lkvowm1pWF1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obWjrrxI8uQ/TitSYRASU5I/AAAAAAAAB8I/OP9cTZ-6bU8/s400/tumblr_lkvowm1pWF1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686335791879058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmvkPrIbhxQ/TitSZCWzLDI/AAAAAAAAB8o/9FzpdkV19jc/s1600/tumblr_lkvozvxXjM1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmvkPrIbhxQ/TitSZCWzLDI/AAAAAAAAB8o/9FzpdkV19jc/s400/tumblr_lkvozvxXjM1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686349039643698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VArdQVQpK5k/TitSRthslkI/AAAAAAAAB74/eCJBhNk6Ejs/s1600/tumblr_lkvouqt2Wa1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VArdQVQpK5k/TitSRthslkI/AAAAAAAAB74/eCJBhNk6Ejs/s400/tumblr_lkvouqt2Wa1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686223189120578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eF-o3pI9Sw/TitSRdCrDCI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Fma3B82lZag/s1600/tumblr_lkvotzn4CZ1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eF-o3pI9Sw/TitSRdCrDCI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Fma3B82lZag/s400/tumblr_lkvotzn4CZ1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686218764028962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkJTulZ6VJQ/TitSRVEkxTI/AAAAAAAAB7o/gCi3445AYWg/s1600/tumblr_lkvotgiluh1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkJTulZ6VJQ/TitSRVEkxTI/AAAAAAAAB7o/gCi3445AYWg/s400/tumblr_lkvotgiluh1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686216624522546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfCwwTC6UAI/TitSRCKqEEI/AAAAAAAAB7g/MUD9a6AVeY8/s1600/tumblr_lkvos5w8Da1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfCwwTC6UAI/TitSRCKqEEI/AAAAAAAAB7g/MUD9a6AVeY8/s400/tumblr_lkvos5w8Da1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686211549761602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aci4GzzEElo/TitSRsEF4cI/AAAAAAAAB8A/cwiUXmrxtsA/s1600/tumblr_lkvovvRiNw1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aci4GzzEElo/TitSRsEF4cI/AAAAAAAAB8A/cwiUXmrxtsA/s400/tumblr_lkvovvRiNw1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632686222796513730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgEgn5ZFr14/TitSC7KKQaI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zQjyDf3xAVU/s1600/tumblr_lkvoqfyACr1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgEgn5ZFr14/TitSC7KKQaI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zQjyDf3xAVU/s400/tumblr_lkvoqfyACr1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632685969150460322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mQcARCcVik/TitSCoeV8TI/AAAAAAAAB7I/GLOK_jgNcY0/s1600/tumblr_lkvopawCOa1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mQcARCcVik/TitSCoeV8TI/AAAAAAAAB7I/GLOK_jgNcY0/s400/tumblr_lkvopawCOa1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632685964134838578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6pfOuGJ1u94/TitSCd4wulI/AAAAAAAAB7A/MWDZU6SYTmk/s1600/tumblr_lkvonxxvbj1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6pfOuGJ1u94/TitSCd4wulI/AAAAAAAAB7A/MWDZU6SYTmk/s400/tumblr_lkvonxxvbj1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632685961292855890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_2mzxY7vM/TitSCLQ0giI/AAAAAAAAB64/PnXx5FCulCo/s1600/tumblr_lkvon2tlno1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_2mzxY7vM/TitSCLQ0giI/AAAAAAAAB64/PnXx5FCulCo/s400/tumblr_lkvon2tlno1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632685956293493282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWnUpSTYmmg/TitSDJvYAeI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/dmmYjqw8gHo/s1600/tumblr_lkvorjRgln1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWnUpSTYmmg/TitSDJvYAeI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/dmmYjqw8gHo/s400/tumblr_lkvorjRgln1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632685973064647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjTFSepKY0A/TitR5ZvRUJI/AAAAAAAAB6o/as68g-KoW8A/s1600/tumblr_lkvol4Nrzf1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjTFSepKY0A/TitR5ZvRUJI/AAAAAAAAB6o/as68g-KoW8A/s400/tumblr_lkvol4Nrzf1qb2gc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632685805560483986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sW_Hk5nlcq4/TitR5DTPhyI/AAAAAAAAB6g/ePXW-RAfTok/s1600/tumblr_lkvokdIvxg1qb2gc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person. Some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most  relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love, but because love is always present. It’s just that one was being loved too much, and the other was being loved too little. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love, but to only discover that for them we are just for past times. While the one who truly loves us remains either your  friend or a stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When you think of your past love; you may view it as a failure; but when you find a   new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn’t really matter who won or who lost. What’s important is that you know when to hold on and when to let go. You know that you love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you’re not apart of it. Everything happens for a reason and for its best. If the person you love doesn’t  love you back, don’t be afraid to love someone else again, for you’ll never know unless you give it a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You’ll never truly love a person, unless you risk for their love; love strives in hurting. If you don’t get hurt, then you won’t learn how to love. Love doesn’t hurt all the time; though the hurting is there to test you, to help you grow. Don’t find love, let love find you; that’s why it’s called falling in love, because you don’t need to force yourself to love, you just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing the chapters. If you want to move on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. But why is it that the greatest irony of love is letting go when you want to hold on, and holding on when you need to let go? You can never find the right person if you can never let it go of the wrong, but at the same time the moment you feel like letting go, you remember why you held on for so long. Sometimes you have to forget what you want and remember what you deserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying and to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing at all. To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose your true self. To love is to risk not being loved in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;How to define love: Fall but do not stumble. Be constant but not too persistent. Share and never be unfair. Understand and try not to demand. Hurt but never keep the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom; whom they choose to be and where they choose to go. Loving someone means giving them the freedom to find their way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Love can be a painful risk. To love means that risk must be taken, no matter how scary or painful, for only then will you experience the fullness of humanity of what we call love. If you’re not ready to cry, if you’re not ready to take the risk and if you’re not ready to feel the pain, then you’re not ready to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome post. 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If you haven't watch the movie, please stop reading at this moment.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What spoilers? Come on, the book has been already released a few years ago. Everyone knows how things gonna end; The-Boy-Who-Lived continues to live, Voldemort dies, Snape dies and so on. Actually, we already know the ending right? So keep on reading will ya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, movie adaptation of books rarely lives up to expectation. Well it can be said that the HP movie this time has improved a lot compared to the last few, still something is missing from the book. I've read it 3 times by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The movie changes a lot of things from the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is, a favourite conversation of mine from the book is not in the movie. The one when they were hiding in Hog's Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ron: The silver doe! Was that you too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberforth:What are you talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Someone sent a doe Patronus to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberforth: Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son. Haven’t I just proved my Patronus is a goat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ron: Oh.. yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually find this kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they managed to sneak into Hogwarts after that, things changes alot. In the book, he kept his re-appearance from most of the students, except members of the DA and Prof McGonagall and search for Ravenclaw's diadem with Luna Lovegood while concealed under his Invisibility Cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the movie, he make his reappearance public by showing himself up at the Great Hall where Snape has asked the students to gather. Hmm... showing himself up at this time didn't really make much sense, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEoUgF251EM/TiKzNYPUfSI/AAAAAAAAB4g/GKfSS2gSZOs/s1600/attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides, there are some fight scenes in the movie which are not depicted as epic as it was described in the book. When Prof McGonagall awake those statues and armoured suits to defend Hogwarts, well I must say the scene was way below my expectation. I thought they will be throughout the perimeter of the school in large numbers, but they weren't.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0hgGlvKIxk/TiPdp-xm21I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/wYUoluNbQAg/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-20110701015059407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0hgGlvKIxk/TiPdp-xm21I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/wYUoluNbQAg/s400/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-20110701015059407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630587672438692690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFbawgXBC7A/TiPdp9L62uI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/tyU1u_8ZHUo/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-20110701015052844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFbawgXBC7A/TiPdp9L62uI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/tyU1u_8ZHUo/s400/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-20110701015052844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630587672012184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought there will be more of these all over the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1stVOzYawo/TiKzNIZA8qI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/SwYIlWzxYrY/s1600/shield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1stVOzYawo/TiKzNIZA8qI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/SwYIlWzxYrY/s400/shield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630259522338615970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the Death Eaters launched their first attack on the Protective Charms surrounding Hogwarts, it reminds me of something else. It was if they were attacking ala-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Angry Bird&lt;/span&gt; style. Haha. If you've seen that scene you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disappointing scene is the one where Harry looks into the Pensieve to see Snape's memories. If it weren't for the book, I think I'll have a hard time knowing what was happening. Everything was quick and without much explanation on Snape's true allegiances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Harry was struck by the Killing Curse, his mind was in a state of limbo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I don't know how to describe it. I was influenced by Inception I guess)&lt;/span&gt; and he ended up at the King's Cross. Well, I thought he's supposed to be naked when he first got there? Food for thought. Don't get it wrong. I didn't say anything 'bout me wanting to see him naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great that the director decided to include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Not my daughter, you bitch!!!"&lt;/span&gt; in the movie. This must be my second most favourite lines after the one I mentioned above. But well, the fight scene between Mrs Weasley and Bellatrix is too short and lack of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the battle where Harry and Voldemort face each other!!! Well, the fight couldn't have been more different. Well, it's good for a change, but I guess that the director change some of this to make the 3D effect much more cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4I7pC6PinMc/TiKxJ8wJcYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Iz7uPHOAJfM/s1600/battle%2Bvol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4I7pC6PinMc/TiKxJ8wJcYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Iz7uPHOAJfM/s400/battle%2Bvol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630257268651553154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Moowt4lHw34/TiKxJ93aQ4I/AAAAAAAAB4I/Jsb4Wt3hUyc/s1600/battle%2Bharry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Moowt4lHw34/TiKxJ93aQ4I/AAAAAAAAB4I/Jsb4Wt3hUyc/s400/battle%2Bharry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630257268950451074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then again in the book, their final face off was witnessed by the almost everyone in the Great Hall, not only both of them alone somewhere outside. And Voldemort died without knowing the reason why he was never really the true master of the Elder Wand. Instead of having Harry explaining it to Voldemort, the director decided that Harry were to tell that to Ron and Hermione during the aftermath. Come on, why do that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAw0ywzlpn8/TiPIN4G5HzI/AAAAAAAAB44/NQ3Y3qy61JA/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-20110701015045765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vAw0ywzlpn8/TiPIN4G5HzI/AAAAAAAAB44/NQ3Y3qy61JA/s400/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-20110701015045765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630564099868401458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this scene over here reminds me so much of Titanic, though the lines used are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further shocks await me as Harry decided to snap the Elder Wand into two and throw it away. That's okay, he never really wanted that wand to cause more trouble anyway. BUT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO REPAIR HIS OWN BROKEN WAND BEFORE THAT!!! Whose wand he's gonna use now, eh? The one he got from Draco? I don't think it hurts to include a few seconds of that scene, just to make it complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the epilogue, which is set 19 years later. Harry, Ron and Draco looks fat. Only Hermione looks normal. And someone in the cinema said that Albus Severus Dumbledore looks like Justin Bieber. I was like, "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqEMXz8iDN0/TiMZn-B_ICI/AAAAAAAAB4w/yUW7vKKRulw/s1600/bieber%2Bcompared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqEMXz8iDN0/TiMZn-B_ICI/AAAAAAAAB4w/yUW7vKKRulw/s400/bieber%2Bcompared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630372133600174114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gmCZZ5A8ts/TiKzNfrVLLI/AAAAAAAAB4o/134ARNnhs-k/s1600/Fred_dead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gmCZZ5A8ts/TiKzNfrVLLI/AAAAAAAAB4o/134ARNnhs-k/s400/Fred_dead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630259528589454514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of all the things the director decided to change in the movie, why can't he prevent Fred Weasley from being killed???!!! Come on!! Seriously he one of the most &lt;a href="http://kamwah4homies.blogspot.com/2011/06/your-non-typical-idols.html"&gt;loved characters&lt;/a&gt; in the series and though Rowling did a cruel job of killing him off, why not let him live in the movie instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some parts of the movie I considered it kinda okay. The dragon scene where the trio escaped Gringotts was done nicely. I guess this was the only part where I can feel the 'action' from the book.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FkbBbHjeuo/TiPdpiRn65I/AAAAAAAAB5A/Oa571aJEHQI/s1600/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FkbBbHjeuo/TiPdpiRn65I/AAAAAAAAB5A/Oa571aJEHQI/s400/dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630587664788351890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one change that the director did that really make my day, is the line Prof McGonagall said after casting the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Piertotum Locomotor&lt;/span&gt; spell: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I've always wanted to use that spell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JOzYlBOknM/TiPdpru1wwI/AAAAAAAAB5I/_4gIolLox6o/s1600/piertotum%2Blocomotor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JOzYlBOknM/TiPdpru1wwI/AAAAAAAAB5I/_4gIolLox6o/s400/piertotum%2Blocomotor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630587667326812930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to rate this movie, I would give it a score of 8 out of 10 in terms of the movie being done himself. 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No one can deny the fact that despite all he challenges in our lives, the first one that we must breached through is our own state of mind, our own personal mental block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seems easy talking bout it, but it really needs a great deal of self-confidence and perseverance to pull through. As of now, me myself is facing a personal demon within me and it can be said that it's affecting my relationship with the people that I care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to said, I haven't been able to express my feelings out completely to them. There are things that I know I'm capable of, some that I should but I couldn't put them into action. I haven't been living up to my own personal expectations and I fear that I will disappoint those who are close around me, which I think I already did to one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N8gtChxaChQ/TiDj6OTS6eI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Xt_nBsYBWwY/s1600/2446143704_a5921faaf2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N8gtChxaChQ/TiDj6OTS6eI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Xt_nBsYBWwY/s320/2446143704_a5921faaf2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629750123624065506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how long that I need to overcome this. It must be my fear of being hurt again in another relationship that has been the one holding me back from opening up my heart fully again to another girl. Though I've developed feelings for another girl in recent months, I still couldn't bring myself to express my feelings for her in ways that I know I'm capable of. There's something holding me back, a barrier, but yet I couldn't think of a way to penetrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sincerely sorry to those that I've disappointed especially her. I know she's not being treated unfairly by me, despite my best efforts to hide away my weaknesses and vulnerability. Hey come on, even guys will have such feelings too, okay? Despite some of our attempt to conceal them, bits of them are actually visible through our actions and they way they treat others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her, on the other hand is not ready commit in a relationship yet. I understand that, actually. She's someone that actually enjoys her own freedom and free will. I think that she fear that by allowing someone else into her life, she will lose all of happy-go-lucky life. What's more, I haven't been actually convincing to her, so it's my fault as well actually. That's why I decided to comply to her and let her go. Even though I fear that I may lose her to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I've never told anyone of this so far. It feels sort of a relief for me to express it out here, though I'm skeptical that anyone would read this. If they do, I doubt that they would actually understand the situation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best possible solution yet for now is to lay low. It's best to allow both sides to actually ready before deciding to go any further, if fate permits. 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What I can say is, kick that mindset away. You may do extremely well in your SPM or whatsoever, but that doesn't mean that you're capable enough to do well in what you called those 'prestigious, high-class' courses such as medic, law, engineering etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect the government to simply give out scholarships to each and everyone of you to send you fellas overseas? Come on, even they themselves know that the standard of SPM is below par. You just simply grab a textbook, flip through the pages, memorize them hard enough and voila! You get yourself an A (in my days there aren't any A+ yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a comic strip to illustrate the difference between SPM and medical students. This idea originated from &lt;a href="http://danielchong.blogspot.com/2011/05/spm-vs-medical-school.html"&gt;this blog post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlt1XnEIalc/Tgv7JH5abKI/AAAAAAAAB1g/u2nI1qknW_4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlt1XnEIalc/Tgv7JH5abKI/AAAAAAAAB1g/u2nI1qknW_4/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623864693859445922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y15lP-MsN-I/Tgv7JVqO24I/AAAAAAAAB1o/78iikSTjen8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y15lP-MsN-I/Tgv7JVqO24I/AAAAAAAAB1o/78iikSTjen8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623864697553869698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muJY82w9444/Tgv7JV8152I/AAAAAAAAB1w/Ilo7c74mUE0/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muJY82w9444/Tgv7JV8152I/AAAAAAAAB1w/Ilo7c74mUE0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623864697631926114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egZBFxJnIQI/Tgv7JgpGT6I/AAAAAAAAB14/tB3VHGBI5JY/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egZBFxJnIQI/Tgv7JgpGT6I/AAAAAAAAB14/tB3VHGBI5JY/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623864700501905314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6NvKvnZHK8/Tgv7KUT8SJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/GL2sfLYVtq8/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6NvKvnZHK8/Tgv7KUT8SJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/GL2sfLYVtq8/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623864714371811474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-du2LCvndirE/TgwvayZ70mI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Fk02TfDWPaU/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-du2LCvndirE/TgwvayZ70mI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Fk02TfDWPaU/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623922171932562018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't that true???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fkamwah4homies.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F06%2Fspm-vs-medical-students.html&amp;amp;send=false&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:comments href="http://kamwah4homies.blogspot.com/2011/06/spm-vs-medical-students.html" num_posts="2" width="500" colorscheme="dark"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436330167736719273-6447380887447322087?l=kamwah4homies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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