<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MEQH0_fSp7ImA9WhJSGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432</id><updated>2012-07-09T22:50:01.345+08:00</updated><title>Confession Room</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4HSXkzcCp7ImA9WhZQEkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-3250530055757623003</id><published>2011-04-20T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:48:58.788+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-20T17:48:58.788+08:00</app:edited><title>Yezza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bie-OSLX_hA/Ta6S2JrtknI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WUo1cF5A8lA/s1600/tumblr_l8iuudXFrh1qajjdco1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bie-OSLX_hA/Ta6S2JrtknI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WUo1cF5A8lA/s400/tumblr_l8iuudXFrh1qajjdco1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yipee! hey like one said, a picture can non-verbally say a thousand words right. Yeah, exam is over! The best part is I felt pretty confident on the last paper that I just had, like couple of hours ago. (&lt;i&gt;for the first time XD&lt;/i&gt;) I hope it's not just some stupid feeling that my innerself usually do to counteract whatever it is when I start to feel bad. *finger crossed* I'm praying really hard this sem, my result wouldn't be an Oh-Shit. yeah I flunked on my previous examination last semester. HUHU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had done my study, so I guess I shouldn't feel regret even if I got a not-so-well result right? Emm maybe a little. But the main thing is, I've tried my best. If that's where my limits and capabilities can achieve, I wouldn't ask for more but to tell myself try again nextime and work hard. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah easy say but done huh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, at this point on, I don't see the reason why I need to complain much. I've been doing that since like forever. It doesn't take me anywhere. Infact, I feel stupider for being like that a.k.a immature. I hope this time, I'll really make a change of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Change whatever it is you want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the whole world, you maybe small.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in your own world, you are bigger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So bottomline is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah Exam is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hope I wouldn't get an Oh-Shit result once it's out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-3250530055757623003?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/3250530055757623003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=3250530055757623003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/3250530055757623003?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/3250530055757623003?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/04/yezza.html' title='Yezza!'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bie-OSLX_hA/Ta6S2JrtknI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WUo1cF5A8lA/s72-c/tumblr_l8iuudXFrh1qajjdco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkABQHc_eip7ImA9WhZQEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-1064168122424619866</id><published>2011-04-19T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:19:11.942+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-19T02:19:11.942+08:00</app:edited><title>Fertalicious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I promised my friend a couple of days ago to post an entry to promote his own-made video collection &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Fertalicious#g/a"&gt;Fertalicious' Channel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in youtube.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before that let me tell you a little something about this guy. yeah, he's actually my roommate here in UMK the previous and current semester. So we call him Fert. think that's where the Fertalicious word come from right. correct! yeah and im guessing it's the combination of Fert and Delicious. right Fert? (if you're reading this =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, he's a cool guy to hang out with. Oh and the perfect individual to get crazy with. Like really. You wouldn't get bored (trust me!) when you're around with him. My day in UMK has been the best ever since I know him, yeah. Anyway so basically, he's&amp;nbsp;sociable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;VERY. &lt;/span&gt;hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's from Penang. Was a student in MRSM. and I think because of that he is a very hardworking guy, smart, mature individual, always bring the best out of him, and a workaholic. Yeah, got the last part declared by fert himself. Well, hurm in a sense, I guess workaholic is good no? It sums you up as someone who can perform, get the works done, and like reliable. That's what I think. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh right I have one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;thanks! I have to give to him. It's when he introduced me too Adobe After Effects stuff. Man, that really put me in cloud nine. I don't know. It's like wow I can finally see myself doing things that I can actually be good at. Well, of course not as good as him. It takes time before someone can actually surpasses his master in certain things. hehe =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, behold! here's the one and only masterpiece of his videos with a little bit twist of Desperate Housewives in it and of course Fertalicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do like it if you find it interesting okay, in his youtube channel: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Fertalicious#g/a"&gt;Fertalicious's Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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hihihihihihihhiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-3315416323594153517?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/3315416323594153517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=3315416323594153517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/3315416323594153517?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/3315416323594153517?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/04/creative-answers.html' title='Creative Answers.'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qIGTWKKDJ8/TaN8fiLzRnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jqvZVpeY3Xk/s72-c/38718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cFQnwzfSp7ImA9WhZRFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-5887003558632554556</id><published>2011-04-10T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:56:53.285+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-10T23:56:53.285+08:00</app:edited><title>Exam Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqvxgMWQDJ4/TaHRJ-eSsgI/AAAAAAAAAac/3TvbiBVwP0E/s1600/exam+mode+cute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqvxgMWQDJ4/TaHRJ-eSsgI/AAAAAAAAAac/3TvbiBVwP0E/s320/exam+mode+cute.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah so today 10th of April is my examination days start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just took my first paper this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hell, it was unsatisfying at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew I have done my reading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well most of it i guess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;why didn't it came to me during the examination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow I have to sit for another paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a philosophy-based subjects.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time I entered this class,&lt;br /&gt;
I always either bored like hell or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;like half-sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My body was there in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but my mind was on somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but anyway, I'll do my best for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(wish me luck huhu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, it's the day after tomorrow that I am most afraid of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today paper was too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both papers are the real core subject to my course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;which by the way I didn't really paid that much attention of during my class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(stupid me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still, I managed to get into the same boat with the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, somehow I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope everything will goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(finger crossed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although my carry marks for midterm are not that ya know excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still I'm being optimistic for a pessimist (more like ignorant huhu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bottom-line I'm accepting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It opens my eyes on how's my performance in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and it's a poor one haishh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All-in-all,&lt;br /&gt;
I wish all the best for my friends&lt;br /&gt;
whether they're from UMK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;or from other IPTAs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodluck guys! Do your best in examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em don't think/feel bad about the past error for the time being,&lt;br /&gt;
Shut that down for awhile, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just think about doing good on the current examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace. Ttyl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-5887003558632554556?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/5887003558632554556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=5887003558632554556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/5887003558632554556?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/5887003558632554556?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/04/exam-mode.html' title='Exam Mode'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqvxgMWQDJ4/TaHRJ-eSsgI/AAAAAAAAAac/3TvbiBVwP0E/s72-c/exam+mode+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcGRHs6eCp7ImA9WhZSGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-6732836955010821514</id><published>2011-04-05T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:43:45.510+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-05T16:43:45.510+08:00</app:edited><title>Na' vi Crashes A Wedding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fefefe; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="261" src="http://www.flyfm.com.my/flyscoop/upload/Image/image/off/avatarwed.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going back to those days, when everything seems so blue~ Yes, the Na' vis are back to crash a wedding. LOL. Hey, no offense or anything. I like Avatar alright. But this is just too fanatic eih? What say you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lets recap the days when these blue-skinned aliens walk on our earth, shall we? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avatar, the billion-dollar blockbuster from writer/director James Cameron, has become somewhat of a cultural phenomenon. Its advanced use of 3-D technology notwithstanding, one of its most…odd effects on the populace is its ability to induce suicide. It seems several people, upon seeing the film, having become so depressed that they can’t live on Pandora, the fictional home world of the Na’vi, that suicide has become the only option.&amp;nbsp;Of course, some people choose to celebrate Pandora’s race of massive blue-skinned aliens by including them in their weddings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pandora Tours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In Wulingyuan, an area found in the Chinese province of Hunan, forestry officials have apparently taken it upon themselves to utilize it’s resemblance to the floating mountains of Pandora by holding “tours of Pandora” and even Avatar-themed weddings. Surely no one is foolish enough to take advantage of this…right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Enter Xiao Tsao, a blushing bride-to-be who, as part of a multi-party wedding amongst the sandstone pillars, felt compelled to utilize the services of these exploitation kings. Sadly, the Avatar-themed wedding did not deliver, as they were unable to emulate the Na’vi created by Cameron. According to Tsao, the “Na’vi” were nothing more than forestry workers wearing long underwear dyed blue and masks: as a whole, very disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Nothing says “eternal bliss” like giant blue weirdos mucking up your wedding photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Well, I guess, that's just disappointing. No? (laughing in the inside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/rabbitz/cute-rabbit-emoticon-010.gif" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-6732836955010821514?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/6732836955010821514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=6732836955010821514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/6732836955010821514?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/6732836955010821514?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/04/na-vi-crash-wedding.html' title='Na&apos; vi Crashes A Wedding?'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4BSX0zeyp7ImA9WhZSGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-4753521220026043424</id><published>2011-04-04T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:45:58.383+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-04T18:45:58.383+08:00</app:edited><title>Do you have any of these phobia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you know about phobia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;phobia&lt;/span&gt; is an extreme fear of something; a place, a person, an object, it could be anything. Thousands of people worldwide suffer from phobias of different types with varying intensities that can range from mild to modest to chronic. There are several causes that lead to such phobia. The fear may arise due to an external stimulus in the person’s environment or may stem out from a painful and hurtful memory or experience. Here is a list of some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; phobias that people suffer from worldwide:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is the phobia of the number 666. The number 666 is infamous for being linked to Satan or the Anti-Christ and is often associated with evil. I don’t know about the condition itself, but the long, confusing word with so many letters used to describe this phobia looks like it is enough in itself to induce fear. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Neophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is also known as Cainophobia, Cainotophobia, Cenophobia, Centophobia, Kainolophobia, and Kainophobia. This is the fear of experiencing new things. I guess Neophobics cannot get around to enjoying the iPod and iPhones very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Logophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People suffering from this phobia have a fear of words. No, you cannot possibly be suffering from it. Otherwise, you would not have come this far (especially after that huge word, hexakosiohexekontahexaphobia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Barophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a fear of gravity. My guess is that people suffering from barophobia are the first ones to enlist themselves for space programs that take manned missions to outer space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Phronemophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the fear of thinking. How does one avoid having to think? It must be a real struggle for phronemophobics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Arachibutyrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the fear of having peanut butter stuck to the roof of one’s mouth. Then why eat peanut butter in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Dextrophobia and Levophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dextrophobia is the fear of things to the right side of the body while Levophobia is the fear of things to the left side of the body. Now, if someone suffers from both the phobia simultaneously, imagine how narrowly limited their vision must be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Paraskavedekatriaphobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the fear of Friday the 13th. Friday the 13th is associated with being unlucky and is believed to be the harbinger of evils. Blame it on our modern films and literature for having propounded on this mythical link between the day and date. Counting from 2001 up to 2029 there are a total of 48 Friday the 13ths in the Gregorian calendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Polyphobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the fear of many things. A hypothetical statement from someone suffering from this phobia… ‘I suffer from Neophobia, Levophobia, Barophobia, Arachibutyrophobia, Logophobia, and Polyphobia’… realises what polyphobia is and faints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; treat of all phobias that will have you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ROTFL&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the fear of… *falls on the ground in a fit of hysterical laughter*… of long words. Somebody with this condition probably goes like, ‘You know, I suffer from hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia’, and faints right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Source: Stumblerz! - Fun Stuff Blog]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I do not own this, just feel like sharing with uols =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-4753521220026043424?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/4753521220026043424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=4753521220026043424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4753521220026043424?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4753521220026043424?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-have-any-of-these-phobia.html' title='Do you have any of these phobia?'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUADRHo_eSp7ImA9WhZSFkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-5466284796140313304</id><published>2011-04-01T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:49:35.441+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-01T16:49:35.441+08:00</app:edited><title>Tag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tag? Apa nie? apa nie apa nie apa nie?? (clueless kunun =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;... org first time dpt la katakan.. (uhuk3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ok apa2 pn, since &lt;a href="http://littleheartlover.blogspot.com/"&gt;my bespren&lt;/a&gt; suda tag la kn,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;sy jwb seja la kio (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Full Name:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frankie Ishak Tan (surprise?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Date of Birth:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;November 14, '90&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;20 years and errr&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Married:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Status: &lt;/b&gt;Single and not available (hee)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Zodiac: &lt;/b&gt;Scorpiooo~&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Foot Size:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Errr. lupa la XD&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Weight:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;60kg i guess. but underweight :(&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;178cm&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nickname:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Franky or Frank?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;High School:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Kota Marudu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;ABAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;College/University:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Universiti Malaysia Kelantan (UMK) the boring place ever&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Last thing i've just did: &lt;/b&gt;Err. lunch (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My Room Condition: &lt;/b&gt;A mess, out of control (huhu)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Having a relationship?for many times?: &lt;/b&gt;Errrr&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Take Your Own Picture Now and Don't Edit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kc88RlLojds/TZWQVQEkT1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/XOnCeqXjsc4/s1600/Picture0306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kc88RlLojds/TZWQVQEkT1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/XOnCeqXjsc4/s320/Picture0306.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Name of your first gf/bf:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Name of your gf/bf right now: &lt;/b&gt;Mary-Kate Olsen&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Name of the person you miss the most right now:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Name of the last person you've hurted:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Typing error.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Name of the person you hate the most:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Math error.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Name of your pet:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kate, Leopold, Casey, Lovely, etc (but now they're gone)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About Myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah korek hidung?: &lt;/b&gt;Pernah. =.= ko tidak pernah ka?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah baca msg pastu senyum/gelak sorg2: &lt;/b&gt;Ohyeahh! Pernahh&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah gayut sampai tertido?:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;gayut?? gayut apa? (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah kentut kat khalayak ramai?:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pernah. Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah tidur dalam kelas?: &lt;/b&gt;Oh, selalu!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah pukul org?:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pernah. Pukul orang-orang. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah nangis depan awek/pakwe?: &lt;/b&gt;Tangan saya selalu "menangis" (hyperhidrosis)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pernah kene birthday prank?:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nope. I don't like celebrate my own birthday really.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;First time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Kena marah:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Errr. Tidak ingat. Tidak mahu ingat. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Duduk jauh dr family:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah. I am now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Tengok wayang: &lt;/b&gt;Ouh, couple of months ago? only when I'm in Sabah. 'Cuz Kelantan don't have cinema (ughh~)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ponteng Kelas:&lt;/b&gt; Emm. Last wednesday. (Heee)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Jatuh cinta:&lt;/b&gt; I hate love!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Kena reject:&lt;/b&gt; I love reject shop! (tiba2)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Accident:&lt;/b&gt; "Fall" on the wrong person. (teda kaitan)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5 orang yg sy nk tag&lt;/b&gt;: FREE FOR ANYONE HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-5466284796140313304?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/5466284796140313304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=5466284796140313304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/5466284796140313304?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/5466284796140313304?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/04/tag.html' title='Tag?'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kc88RlLojds/TZWQVQEkT1I/AAAAAAAAAaY/XOnCeqXjsc4/s72-c/Picture0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4NQ3k6fip7ImA9WhZSFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-9037590594794864772</id><published>2011-03-31T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T02:49:52.716+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-31T02:49:52.716+08:00</app:edited><title>Ten Habits to Freak-Out Your Roommate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;1. Snore loudly. If you don’t like your roommate and you want to freak him out, you can snore loudly. Do this every night. When he is about to enter the room, start snoring loudly; continue snoring until your roommate can no longer stand it. Get up (as if you were surprised to see him awake) and say – “Hey, have you slept already?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/40.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/80.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;3. Buy plenty of food items and put them on your bed. Start eating but try to ignore your roommate. After a couple of minutes, turn to him and say –“Do you want to eat?” at the same time you try to gesture as if you’re offering him some food. When he moves closer tell him this – “Go get your own food. This isn’t even enough for me!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/42.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;4. Ask a girl friend to some with you to your room and try to act is if something’s going on between the two of you. Do this when your roommate is about to come in. When he enters the room, shout at him – “Can’t you give a guy some space? Now, Scram!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/23.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;5. Buy some scary stuff from the store (the ones that are usually sold during Halloween). Place the items in your roommate’s closet, under his bed, or anywhere near him. When he jumps off his feet, laugh as hard as you can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/10.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/37.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;7. Ask help in doing your assignments. After classes, go back to your room and start mumbling some things. When he asks you what’s the matter, tell him that your preparation was no good and that next time, you no longer need his help because it’s not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/50.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;8. Sing nursery rhymes wrongly. You can even try doing some action songs. When you see him smiling, ask him what he’s laughing about. “If you think you’re that good, let’s see you do it…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/85.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;9. Play classical songs and increase the volume. Then suddenly, change it to rock music. You can sing along with the songs if you like. After several minutes, change it again to love songs. Observe his reaction while doing this; ask him to join you and if refuses, tell him that he’s out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/91.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;10. Try to act as if you like your roommate. You can do this whether you’re a girl or a boy but just make sure that you’re the same gender as your roommate. Be extra nice to your roommate, give gifts, and always look at your roommate with fluttering eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/onionhead/67.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;p/s : i'm good in terms with my roomates hehe. this is just for sharing :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-9037590594794864772?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/9037590594794864772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=9037590594794864772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/9037590594794864772?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/9037590594794864772?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-habits-to-freak-out-your-roommate.html' title='Ten Habits to Freak-Out Your Roommate'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUFQHk8cCp7ImA9WhZSFEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-8077215263753797797</id><published>2011-03-30T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:43:31.778+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-30T17:43:31.778+08:00</app:edited><title>Three Frankies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey.. So, you know what happen lately? I've been so emo on myself. Ridiculous. I know what I should do now, and that is (of course not continue emo-ing) break out of that total self-criticizing thing from this on forward. It should have limits now. I shouldn't criticize myself that it leaves I-should-feel-really-bad feeling like it can hold me back from being myself. That's just immature, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad Frankie: Hey, you are immature. It should be alright? Screw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good Frankie: Wait, you are immature. but don't listen to bad frankie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankie: LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Bipolar personality? err, NO, emm yes?*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/rabbitz/cute-rabbit-emoticon-005.gif" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I'm on a journey I call soul-searching now. Thanks to my bro who helped me realized that. Thanks kevy hehe! :) I need to find the real me. So I can actually start improving from there. It's important to feel comfortable with yourself first before anything right. If not, then you will get a problem like me. who stuck and dwells endlessly in an eternal abyss (exaggerating). You see, I'm the kind of guy who actually know how to say it, but don't really walk the talk. (Bad&amp;amp;Good Frankie: Shame on you!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/rabbitz/cute-rabbit-emoticon-004.gif" width="94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been like a stupid habit I got. It's&amp;nbsp;unshakable. I don't know. They always say like, shake it off. or I will tell that to my friends but me myself actually can't do it. It's easy to say of course, but the fact is it's hard to do. *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hey wait, am I emo-ing right now???&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Oh gawd I am.&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/rabbitz/cute-rabbit-emoticon-011.gif" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gotta go, or not I'll start spitting out some statements that you'll think is nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-8077215263753797797?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/8077215263753797797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=8077215263753797797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/8077215263753797797?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/8077215263753797797?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-frankies.html' title='Three Frankies'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04DQng_eip7ImA9WhZSEk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-7720307740609380918</id><published>2011-03-27T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:39:33.642+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-27T19:39:33.642+08:00</app:edited><title>Regret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I am impatience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-7720307740609380918?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/7720307740609380918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=7720307740609380918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/7720307740609380918?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/7720307740609380918?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/regret.html' title='Regret?'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08CQXs-eip7ImA9WhZSEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-6613499922582748323</id><published>2011-03-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:31:00.552+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-26T22:31:00.552+08:00</app:edited><title>Earth Hour 2011 in UMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earth Hour was awesome!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although some people didn't really switch off their light&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the worst part is I even saw one of 'em watching movies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pathetic people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world just ask for an hour, and they didn't even concerned to care about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ish3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, here's some of the pictures that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I managed to snap just now during Earth Hour :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IrPl1eNOjuk/TY32N42d7AI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IPC0VQC0tw4/s1600/DSC01164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IrPl1eNOjuk/TY32N42d7AI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IPC0VQC0tw4/s320/DSC01164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Universiti Malaysia Kelantan :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y08gglchxGk/TY32PjP_gxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/r9grt0X_TUQ/s1600/DSC01165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y08gglchxGk/TY32PjP_gxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/r9grt0X_TUQ/s320/DSC01165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's Earth Hour 2011 people!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xR3RMGDedsM/TY32Rf1Es8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wbkRsU5yO4E/s1600/DSC01166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xR3RMGDedsM/TY32Rf1Es8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wbkRsU5yO4E/s320/DSC01166.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;My hometown friend, si Ole :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F7CLfMu6qKw/TY32TzTR0HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/IJ7PYDUyPaE/s1600/DSC01171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F7CLfMu6qKw/TY32TzTR0HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/IJ7PYDUyPaE/s320/DSC01171.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can-made Lantern. those people who made this really are creative! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Lr9fZy9_6Dc/TY32Vup3HrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8yuWlwfkR_Q/s1600/DSC01173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Lr9fZy9_6Dc/TY32Vup3HrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8yuWlwfkR_Q/s320/DSC01173.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They even provided cakes. Thanks guys!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ikrQXzza2Sw/TY32XZidV7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ty6-29Ia0LI/s1600/DSC01174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ikrQXzza2Sw/TY32XZidV7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ty6-29Ia0LI/s320/DSC01174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yep! here they are :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9fignwAZ6gI/TY32Z0sUiPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/USz6ibFnsi0/s1600/DSC01180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9fignwAZ6gI/TY32Z0sUiPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/USz6ibFnsi0/s320/DSC01180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Classmates! (from left: sya, martina, nana, izzah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uTKveg_t4r4/TY32b0W4agI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xWNbEyT5AVc/s1600/DSC01193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uTKveg_t4r4/TY32b0W4agI/AAAAAAAAAaM/xWNbEyT5AVc/s320/DSC01193.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"F" the initial of my name haha! =.=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g4B4cn9qTNg/TY32hNMvquI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/s3VduEMPOuE/s1600/DSC01199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g4B4cn9qTNg/TY32hNMvquI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/s3VduEMPOuE/s320/DSC01199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that's me! hehe XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;at the end of Earth Hour, almost all the candles are out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so the girls, they took the chance to assemble 'em into a heart shape.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;huhu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-6613499922582748323?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/6613499922582748323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=6613499922582748323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/6613499922582748323?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/6613499922582748323?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour-2011-in-umk.html' title='Earth Hour 2011 in UMK'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IrPl1eNOjuk/TY32N42d7AI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IPC0VQC0tw4/s72-c/DSC01164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YNR3cyeip7ImA9WhZSEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-4991131982785586847</id><published>2011-03-26T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:06:36.992+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-26T20:06:36.992+08:00</app:edited><title>Writing in Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2011 is so not good to me at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the year I had all of my inside tore apart&amp;nbsp;because of someone, this is the year everything didn't went as well as I wanted, this is the year I was pressured the most, this is the year I was a little desperate, this is the year I was not resolved to become a better man, and now I am feeling unwell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S.I.C.K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It started as a running nose last night. I thought that was it, I guess. But then today, when I woke up, I felt the burn. I felt very hot inside. But shower did me good. I feel a little better now. (*weird)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just so you know, I don't catch diseases easily. Example, even if I experienced a fever, that would be like one time only. I mean, like basically, one per year. But, this year it's different. Even strange, I am unable to determine the causes. I'm not saying like I can do it like a doctor or something but I usually keep track on my health. So yeah I would now. hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it because of I'm working too hard? Is it because I didn't take care of my health very well anymore? hold on, I should say this, where the hell did I caught this disease from? =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It must be from you! ughh~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-4991131982785586847?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/4991131982785586847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=4991131982785586847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4991131982785586847?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4991131982785586847?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/writing-in-pain.html' title='Writing in Pain'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUECQXY8fCp7ImA9WhZTGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-495346593097018360</id><published>2011-03-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:07:40.874+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-24T17:07:40.874+08:00</app:edited><title>Reminiscent of shame-on-you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am never a front man, always am, and never will it changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's another one of those disappointed feelings gushing out again just to make me feel bad. Who to blame? Of course, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;me myself and I&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;*BIG SIGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it sometimes how one moment I felt so bad about something, but in the next day, it's not there anymore. &amp;nbsp;People would say it's one of the advantages, kinda, 'cuz you don't linger around it so much to make the situation more severe. Or to make yourself feel more inferior. am I grateful about it? I don't know. But if I don't care about it so much, how can I improve? or how can I be better?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do this all the time. From a bad situation,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can realize something good for myself, I would take it. But that is just one time. On the next day, you started to neglect it effortlessly. Frankie, what is wrong with you? You know if you don't do this &amp;nbsp;you can't go anywhere. But it's hard. The thought is there, but the action is absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should be ashame of myself right? Yes I am. Since long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-495346593097018360?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/495346593097018360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=495346593097018360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/495346593097018360?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/495346593097018360?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/reminiscent-of-shame-on-you.html' title='Reminiscent of shame-on-you'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQAQ3g4cSp7ImA9WhZTGEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-1091869049284078657</id><published>2011-03-23T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:09:02.639+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-23T02:09:02.639+08:00</app:edited><title>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Age of six&lt;br /&gt;
He loved her so&lt;br /&gt;
And everyday&lt;br /&gt;
He'd let her know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I love you Grace"&lt;br /&gt;
He'd say each day&lt;br /&gt;
She'd just laugh&lt;br /&gt;
And run away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Till one day&lt;br /&gt;
She turned around&lt;br /&gt;
And sat with him&lt;br /&gt;
On the playground&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm sorry Chris&lt;br /&gt;
I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;
You'll find someone else&lt;br /&gt;
Who loves you too"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Highschool came&lt;br /&gt;
They met again&lt;br /&gt;
They laughed about&lt;br /&gt;
The things back then&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They began to date&lt;br /&gt;
And fell in love&lt;br /&gt;
He got the girl&lt;br /&gt;
That he'd dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when college came&lt;br /&gt;
Everything changed&lt;br /&gt;
They were far apart&lt;br /&gt;
With lives rearranged&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"We'll be fine Grace"&lt;br /&gt;
But she had doubt&lt;br /&gt;
She turned and said&lt;br /&gt;
"It won't work out"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm sorry Chris&lt;br /&gt;
I can't love you&lt;br /&gt;
You'll find someone else&lt;br /&gt;
Who loves you too"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In their twenties&lt;br /&gt;
They met again&lt;br /&gt;
They laughed about&lt;br /&gt;
The things back then&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He took her hand&lt;br /&gt;
They began to dance&lt;br /&gt;
Remembering&lt;br /&gt;
Their old romance&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two years later&lt;br /&gt;
She became his wife&lt;br /&gt;
They'd be together&lt;br /&gt;
All of their life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They went on a drive&lt;br /&gt;
When it was no longer light&lt;br /&gt;
They drove down the roads&lt;br /&gt;
Of the starry night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The music came on&lt;br /&gt;
She started to sing&lt;br /&gt;
He whispered, "Grace&lt;br /&gt;
You're my everything"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;
In one big flash&lt;br /&gt;
Headlights shone&lt;br /&gt;
As their car crashed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He saw her laying&lt;br /&gt;
Down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;
He felt his tears&lt;br /&gt;
Start rolling down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Grace..." he cried&lt;br /&gt;
She took his hand&lt;br /&gt;
"I have to leave...&lt;br /&gt;
Please understand"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;
It's always been true&lt;br /&gt;
But you'll find someone else&lt;br /&gt;
And you'll love again too"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"No," he cried&lt;br /&gt;
"It's always been you&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want someone else&lt;br /&gt;
I only want you"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And there on that street&lt;br /&gt;
Is where he cried&lt;br /&gt;
Hugging his love&lt;br /&gt;
As she slowly died&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-1091869049284078657?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/1091869049284078657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=1091869049284078657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/1091869049284078657?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/1091869049284078657?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0EDQXgyfyp7ImA9WhZTFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-2394931191222729695</id><published>2011-03-21T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:47:50.697+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-21T10:47:50.697+08:00</app:edited><title>Whatever, Talk to the Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/rabbitz/cute-rabbit-emoticon-017.gif" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ughh! Why do I even care?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why do I even need a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;snobbish little bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; in my life??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What the hell!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can get the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;f*ck&amp;nbsp;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my life dude!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Period!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-2394931191222729695?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/2394931191222729695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=2394931191222729695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/2394931191222729695?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/2394931191222729695?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/whatever-talk-to-hand.html' title='Whatever, Talk to the Hand'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMFRXw-eyp7ImA9WhZTFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-5353841180799107549</id><published>2011-03-21T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:53:34.253+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-21T09:53:34.253+08:00</app:edited><title>My Babies were Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up this morning half-conscious, walked to the bathroom like a non-sober, brushed my teeth with my eyelids still close, washed my face like a sluggish old man, all I had in my mind was that very bed of mind. Hmm, not to be attracted easily, I embraced that cold water running down that pipe, held out my hand at first just to get the jitter. Soon, when it ran down all the way to my body, it sure made me feel refreshed. All it took to move me away from that distraction was merely just that cold water. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-1-067.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But first thing, to get me up is all you can say a commotion. Reason, I find it hard to wake up. Then, people also see it is impossible to wake me up. But of course on certain occasion, I have to make it easy right. Easy? No. It's when I force myself to wake up. That's not easy at all. Now that just one unhealthy way of waking up no? *bluff* I just hate the feeling of waking up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-2-014.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, so the occasion this morning, was to see my babies. Me and my partners were supposed to change their water as liberally as home, 'cuz we thought it was because of their environment or maybe feed? that caused the mortality recently. But we end up received more that was dead this morning. Sad. Can you imagine losing your own babies and like you feel like you just lost some part of will in you to continue to move on? (exaggerating) Still we'll find out what is the real problem behind it. We won't let our babies die in vain. Daddy promise you that. R.I.P huhu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-1-075.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest that still survives, please be okay alright. Daddy loves you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-5353841180799107549?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/5353841180799107549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=5353841180799107549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/5353841180799107549?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/5353841180799107549?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-babies-were-dead.html' title='My Babies were Dead'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYCSX0yeip7ImA9WhZTFEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-1191676567195704350</id><published>2011-03-19T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T03:39:28.392+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-19T03:39:28.392+08:00</app:edited><title>I'm "Pregnant"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dang it! perasaan benci tuh dtg lg. haishh. shuhh shuhhh!! p men jauh2 tolong la please~~ XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="45" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-2-034.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entah sejak kebelakangan nie asyik terfikir kan benda tuh ja. Kalau bukan dia, dia, eh ada dia lagi, terus yang dia lagi. Dang! Macam banyak ja orang yang sy benci kan. HAHA! nda ba. Main2 ja tuh. Sebenarnya ada 1orang ja yang sy benci. Emm mau cakap benci tuh sebenarnya macam kejam sangat (tiba2 mood baik malam nie, layan ja~) emm maybe annoyed and menyampah ja kowt. Anyway, harap2 orang tuh nda terbaca la post sy ni HAHA! eh, bukan juga dia bley tau sy tulis pasal dia right? In this point of view, it can be anybody. You wouldn't know and I don't intend to let you know =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm hari ni sy alone lagi di bilik. Sbb roomates sy semua teda. Sedih? lonely? oh tidak. tapi happy! yep hehe : )&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-1-068.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bg pandangan org lain, dorg mesti rasa perkara ini pelik. alone tp happy. Emm well guys, alone doesn't mean that you would sit by the corner and torture yourself slowly with boredom. definitely no. Sebenarnya, benda tuh mcm satu "free-tickets". Bg dorg yg pandai benefit it, it's a ticket that give you access to freedom. to me atleast. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So mlm nie sy tdur lewat lg. Emm ok time to confess, sbnarnya sy slalu tdur start pukul 7am and bangun pukul 3pm. Dang! HAHA. shh! time teda kelas ja la. ok~ HEHE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-1-054.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have another confession, sy rs sy pregnant 3bulan skrg. HAHA! pssst~ bukan apa, sy dr td pukul 10pm mcm tuh asyk makan ja non-stop smpai la skrg. GULP! sblm nie kadang2 sy p gym jga la (skrg pn p okeh, mo jga bgtau ; ) ) tp lpas gym tuh p mkn blik. time2 p mkn tuh plak pukul 12-1am. mmg klu mo cpt pregnant, ikt la jejak langkah sy k. HAHA ayat mcm apa. emm paham2 ja la. sy lelaki, prcaya ka sy pregnant? HIHIHI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huaaaaa *yawning nda mnjadi*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekian ja. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-2-026.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-1191676567195704350?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/1191676567195704350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=1191676567195704350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/1191676567195704350?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/1191676567195704350?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m &quot;Pregnant&quot;'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMBR346fCp7ImA9WhZTFE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-1825971312072221652</id><published>2011-03-18T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T06:20:56.014+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-18T06:20:56.014+08:00</app:edited><title>Goodbye and Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pDjhMY0eaCU/TYKI026CS6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/2UHuRUSxezM/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pDjhMY0eaCU/TYKI026CS6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/2UHuRUSxezM/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Forget the past,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;shake it off,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;put that happy face on,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and proudly move forward."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QfTRz2dM2vs/TYKISSWjpfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tE5Dn1JCKZ0/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="65" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QfTRz2dM2vs/TYKISSWjpfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tE5Dn1JCKZ0/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-1825971312072221652?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/1825971312072221652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=1825971312072221652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/1825971312072221652?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/1825971312072221652?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-and-hello.html' title='Goodbye and Hello'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pDjhMY0eaCU/TYKI026CS6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/2UHuRUSxezM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MDSHs6fCp7ImA9WhZTE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-7144223590255364536</id><published>2011-03-18T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T04:57:59.514+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-18T04:57:59.514+08:00</app:edited><title>Teacher vs  Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST FOR FUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="50" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/yoyo/yoyo-emoticon-2-025.gif" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Maria, go to the map and find North America ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria: Here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Class: Maria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John: You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Glenn, how do you spell ‘crocodile?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glenn: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: No, that’s wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glenn: May be it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donald: H I J K L M N O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: What are you talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donald: Yesterday you said it’s H to O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn’t have ten years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minnie: Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glen: Well, I’m a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Millie, give me a sentence starting with ‘I’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Millie: I is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: No, Millie… Always say, ‘I am’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Millie: All right… ‘I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher&lt;/b&gt;: George Washington not only chopped down his father’s cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louie, do you know why his father didn’t punish him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louie: Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simon: No sir, I don’t have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harold: A teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-7144223590255364536?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/7144223590255364536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=7144223590255364536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/7144223590255364536?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/7144223590255364536?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/teacher-vs-student.html' title='Teacher vs  Student'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUABQno_eip7ImA9WhZTE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-4206953260109455279</id><published>2011-03-18T04:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T04:29:13.442+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-18T04:29:13.442+08:00</app:edited><title>Oh Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Problem solved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emocutez.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.emocutez.com" border="0" height="60" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn252/cebong_ipit/ALL%20EMOTICON/rabbitz/cute-rabbit-emoticon-010.gif" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-4206953260109455279?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/4206953260109455279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=4206953260109455279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4206953260109455279?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4206953260109455279?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-hey.html' title='Oh Hey'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EBRns4fCp7ImA9WhZTE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-8651323076017787816</id><published>2011-03-17T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:54:17.534+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-17T07:54:17.534+08:00</app:edited><title>My "Favourite" Color is Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fwuiii!! Tadi baru la, mandi dengan air kuning! &lt;i&gt;First time&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;la sy mandi guna air macam nie. Bukan mau cakap ini&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;experience&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pertama la, di rumah sana pun kadang2 pandai kuning juga air, tapi... sini paling manang la! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;duii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Air ni kita guna untuk mencuci &lt;i&gt;right. &lt;/i&gt;Dari mulut, muka, ke seluruh badan, dan mana2 yang patut la.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Tadi sebelum sy mau pg berus gigi, terberenti kjap, tgk tuh air mcm apa ja. Tapi apa bley buat, sy guna ja utk berus gigi. (&lt;i&gt;biggest mistake?&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;skrg sy rs mcm lain2 ja. eh, pahit2! suda sy kumur2 dgn air mineral pn masi nda hilang jga. mlakat tuh suma bnda dari la&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;living things or nonliving things&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;=.= ntah &lt;i&gt;in the future&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;mcm mna la nie. bley kasi umur jd pindik kali. paham2 ja la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;satu lagi, &lt;i&gt;my skin are screaming in agony!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;trutamanya &lt;i&gt;my face&lt;/i&gt;! kmu nda paham sbb muka kmu bukan mcm sy. klu muka sy nie kalis-&lt;i&gt;dirt&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;bacteria&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;whatever it is that makes the water yellow&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;nda pa la. skrg ni muka jd makin teruk! ughh! sgala "benda" sangkut =.= tolong la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;klu mcm nie la spanjang pngajian sy di cni, ndatau mcm mna la jd nie. bkn mo mnta benda2 yg &lt;i&gt;luxurious &lt;/i&gt;ka apa ka, tapi &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;klu air bersih, boleh la kn. *sighing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sekian. mo tdur dlu. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-8651323076017787816?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/8651323076017787816?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/8651323076017787816?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favourite-color-is-yellow.html' title='My &quot;Favourite&quot; Color is Yellow'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEEMR3c9fSp7ImA9WhZTEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-8169875175743981048</id><published>2011-03-16T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:51:26.965+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-16T18:51:26.965+08:00</app:edited><title>I Am Number Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g5djHG3hPu0?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This is definitely going&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;into my movie-to-see list! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mysignaturecopy-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-8169875175743981048?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/8169875175743981048?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/8169875175743981048?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-number-four.html' title='I Am Number Four'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g5djHG3hPu0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ANRXs_fip7ImA9WhZTEU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-7727735852155238871</id><published>2011-03-14T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:23:14.546+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-14T19:23:14.546+08:00</app:edited><title>D'uhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w-FMZnL5eT0/TX36TRyjqhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UV8zW14YfGk/s1600/graph_howmuchicarevsawesomeness_320.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w-FMZnL5eT0/TX36TRyjqhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UV8zW14YfGk/s320/graph_howmuchicarevsawesomeness_320.gif" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:: Word of the day ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I don't care, because I can do as well!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-7727735852155238871?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/7727735852155238871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=7727735852155238871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/7727735852155238871?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/7727735852155238871?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/duhh.html' title='D&apos;uhh!'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-w-FMZnL5eT0/TX36TRyjqhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UV8zW14YfGk/s72-c/graph_howmuchicarevsawesomeness_320.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8CSXk5eip7ImA9WhZTEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-4143295949274905920</id><published>2011-03-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:07:48.722+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-13T23:07:48.722+08:00</app:edited><title>I Ask Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all the unnatural things been happening right now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to take this moment to pray for my beloved family and Sabah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope nothing bad is gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My prayer is also to the people in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in peace to those who can't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-4143295949274905920?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/4143295949274905920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=4143295949274905920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4143295949274905920?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/4143295949274905920?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-ask-thee.html' title='I Ask Thee'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcFQ3w-eip7ImA9WhZTEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396298568971803432.post-6920693604222330324</id><published>2011-03-13T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:26:52.252+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-13T18:26:52.252+08:00</app:edited><title>Not your Concern I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;i just saw a very disturbing video relating to acnes. It makes me feel so shallow about myself, damn! Acnes "destroy" my life. I know it may not sounds fair if I just say I'm the only one who has been suffering from this disadvantage, I mean no. Everybody has, but how the suffering/experiences one has faces, that's different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People who do not have this disadvantage are very lucky. They wouldn't have to go through this kind of period in life. and they are so not understand how we feel too. For instance, like, being so uncomfortable with yourself, like, you don't have even the slightest confidences to talk to people, or even to woo anyone, and etc. Still, I know not everyone of us have faced these kind of situation, there are people who can still be himself/herself and be happy i guess. I am quite the opposite of that. Maybe abit, or half. Ok, whatever. The point is, it sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I'm glad that I actually have friends who don't see someone by their looks. Like, that kind of person, I believe has a very good heart. I guess they are the reason I can still be myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m63/frankiepierre_b/mysignaturecopy-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396298568971803432-6920693604222330324?l=whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/feeds/6920693604222330324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396298568971803432&amp;postID=6920693604222330324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/6920693604222330324?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396298568971803432/posts/default/6920693604222330324?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenchildmeetsinternet.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-your-concern-i-guess.html' title='Not your Concern I guess'/><author><name>Isaac Frank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044929957913302875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grw_gGnRHik/TXnOR6CrO8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q7oJHvJlbuY/s220/IMG_4724.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>