<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593</id><updated>2024-11-05T18:45:55.456-08:00</updated><category term="random"/><category term="life"/><category term="fun"/><category term="crazy"/><category term="loves"/><category term="hearts"/><category term="awesome"/><category term="memories"/><category term="omg"/><category term="dream"/><category term="smile"/><title type='text'>Laugh harder &amp;amp; Scream louder</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-5146342610583430465</id><published>2014-10-20T03:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-10-20T03:21:37.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amies</title><content type='html'>pourquoi?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/5146342610583430465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/5146342610583430465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2014/10/amies.html' title='amies'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-8800163383163885162</id><published>2013-05-26T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-26T08:26:32.652-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;&amp;#26377;&amp;#26102;&amp;#27963;&amp;#24471;&amp;#22826;&amp;#21892;&amp;#33391;, &amp;#19981;&amp;#31639;&amp;#26159;&amp;#20214;&amp;#22909;&amp;#20107;&lt;br&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/8800163383163885162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/8800163383163885162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2013/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-6075287361225043787</id><published>2013-05-14T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T09:49:12.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i rmb the bahasa melayu ringkasan title years ago, &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; kebaikan coklat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;they say coklat cheers ppl up, &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; they say coklat relief stress&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; but i dont feel the same&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; not at all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;why so many things hit up at once&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; and they are hitting hard&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; i dont know what else will be up next &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style=&#39;clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;&#39;&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6075287361225043787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6075287361225043787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2013/05/chocolate.html' title='chocolate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-6076153648797952895</id><published>2013-03-20T06:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-20T06:44:35.457-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesome"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Spongebob Squarepants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I&#39;m getting so tired of chasing those figures at the end of every sem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6076153648797952895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6076153648797952895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2013/03/spongebob-squarepants.html' title='Spongebob Squarepants'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-6911881505055375576</id><published>2013-02-01T08:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-01T08:54:48.566-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesome"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>The sixth sem is around</title><content type='html'>So here it comes again, new semester.&lt;br /&gt;
The last second sem to go for my diploma.&lt;br /&gt;
It seems to take so long to complete only one diploma course, but I think it&#39;s not a waste.&lt;br /&gt;
Certainly it&#39;s a no no for that.&lt;br /&gt;
The content and process of polishing and building up skills, knowledge and experience are worthwhile for the time consumed, half year more to go and I&#39;m done (&lt;i&gt;dumb I mean).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;:( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What&#39;s the climax?&lt;br /&gt;
Results, of course.&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna skip this part. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
Good question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Disappointment.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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No matter what have I put in, large or small amount, of effort,&lt;br /&gt;
It just turn out to be, erm, similar output, for that subject.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I should seriously consider about my choice of future career.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe this is not my cup of tea, I really seems struggled too much for what I got in return.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m really working on it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And of course, the suck-till-the-max timetable.&lt;br /&gt;
I have &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;minimum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1.5hrs and maximum 4hrs break time interval between classes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What else do you want from meeeeeeeeeeeee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;:&#39;( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6911881505055375576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6911881505055375576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-sixth-sem-is-around.html' title='The sixth sem is around'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4UfKHnVOJ7eKGZcojai9WNIvjleiT8HHPn6QgqeFbsjllTr2NvK6CAZwlsK9u2_5d2eg3gNRJKf7ztPK_-Pqb2Bgs0psMpur4l0XKIPZvJsrQgqyscdKOLY2kBVMXa6I5Co71gTOa8g/s72-c/29551.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-6179872821485763432</id><published>2012-12-31T07:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-31T07:41:26.227-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><title type='text'>2013</title><content type='html'>So, it&#39;s two o one three in a couple of hour,&lt;br /&gt;
Should I post something for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s review two o one two.&lt;br /&gt;
I mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of course. &lt;i&gt;hahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think I really grew up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Really a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Exposed to super damn much things.&lt;br /&gt;
For those that are bad to me, thanks for making me stronger, teaching me good lessons, making known to me what life should be outside there, what&#39;s so-called reality.&lt;br /&gt;
AND&lt;br /&gt;
For those that are good to me, thanks for coming into my life and making it richer, fun and as great as ever.&lt;br /&gt;
Meeting good people are kinda luck-needing, and I suppose my luck ain&#39;t that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;
And, those you-know-who-you-are people, thanks for being here always,&lt;br /&gt;
I might not be that strong of I ain&#39;t got you. *&lt;i&gt;wink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
I took up quite a lot challenges, was trying to struggle through&amp;nbsp;hard&amp;nbsp;and down times.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I&#39;m amazed of myself on how could I did those stuffs, managing EQ and IQ at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
Balancing them up and not too over.&lt;br /&gt;
Every time&amp;nbsp;I recall them I feel like I was such a pro. &lt;i&gt;Opps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, I do done few things that make myself regret, kinda massively.&lt;br /&gt;
Especially those made me just look like a big messy&amp;nbsp;rubbishy&amp;nbsp;mess, not knowing what step to take next.&lt;br /&gt;
And when facing those hard feelings, those things people doesn&#39;t really know or even care,&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps I should find a way to get rid of them, like seriously a real way.&lt;br /&gt;
Some stuff like&amp;nbsp;hypnotism? &lt;i&gt;hmm. good point i think it is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I decided to let everything get started again.&lt;br /&gt;
And I was thinking to make myself a &lt;i&gt;diary&lt;/i&gt;, real-tangible-diary. &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It should be feeling not bad, reading through pages of days went through, huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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This year I&#39;m not going for any countdown, not for Christmas nor new year,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m gonna count them down in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;
Let&#39;s sleep for a year, and let everything start over again.&lt;br /&gt;
Adjust, modify, balance and do whatsoever needed,&lt;br /&gt;
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Here we go,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m here to take off again,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;Let life live to the fullest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s fly two o one three.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;get me really high please :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;ps: I&#39;m taking of that Cbox over &amp;gt;&amp;gt; which look like a recycle centre for all useless pointless comments. That&#39;s the way it should be right? Cleaner greener Penang! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6179872821485763432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6179872821485763432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/12/2013.html' title='2013'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8oe6C4EOrSdA_ZcyPigq3jVEG5LM6xFja0Kry42Ptuwy6pocxoiMrnq29vD4pT2OSXV5Cb1x4LMQdGYPfKHSE5CpmVO4gR8PrK_bDQJOanizH5vGd4Dsdfbyi89Pfz_BSHO3HQNLa4eS/s72-c/airplane1bnw.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-2504493124772930346</id><published>2012-12-22T01:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-22T01:18:01.942-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><title type='text'>梦和想</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#27599;&amp;#27425;&amp;#30475;&amp;#23436;&amp;#21326;&amp;#20154;&amp;#26143;&amp;#20809;&amp;#37117;&amp;#24456;&amp;#26377;&amp;#20914;&amp;#21170;&amp;#24819;&amp;#21809;&amp;#27468;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &amp;#23427;&amp;#24635;&amp;#20250;&amp;#28857;&amp;#29123;&amp;#24515;&amp;#37324;&amp;#22852;&amp;#22852;&amp;#19968;&amp;#24687;&amp;#30340;&amp;#28779;&amp;#28976;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &amp;#35753;&amp;#25105;&amp;#30693;&amp;#36947;&amp;#19990;&amp;#19978;&amp;#36824;&amp;#26377;&amp;#24456;&amp;#22810;&amp;#36861;&amp;#26790;&amp;#30340;&amp;#20154;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &amp;#25152;&amp;#20197; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &amp;#25105;&amp;#24515;&amp;#37324;&amp;#30340;&amp;#37027;&amp;#19968;&amp;#20123;&amp;#24182;&amp;#19981;&amp;#26159;&amp;#21487;&amp;#31505;&amp;#30340;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &amp;#26377;&amp;#26790;&amp;#26159;&amp;#20255;&amp;#22823;&amp;#30340;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &amp;#28779;&amp;#28976;&amp;#19981;&amp;#20250;&amp;#29060;&amp;#28781;&amp;#30340;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &amp;#65306;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style=&#39;clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;&#39;&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2504493124772930346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2504493124772930346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/12/blog-post_22.html' title='梦和想'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-7137126640316821443</id><published>2012-12-19T07:02:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-19T07:02:46.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard something broken&lt;br /&gt;
Oh&lt;br /&gt;
What&#39;s that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should I know perhaps&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humans</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/7137126640316821443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/7137126640316821443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-2123154187897842026</id><published>2012-11-16T20:06:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-16T20:08:05.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah</title><content type='html'>It feels bad when you are looking for the same excitement from someone like how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;
and it turns out he don&#39;t like what you like.&lt;br /&gt;
Different perceptions of us will lead us to what kinda level?&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
But for sure I know that, he is the one will change everything for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;He is the one will tolerate to the max,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;He is the one will support me on whatever things I like,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;even though he don&#39;t like me doing all those things at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;even though he is overwhelm of fear to losing something he have in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;or it should be his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;fantastic imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;He can imagine very well, I mean very well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;*shaking head hard*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That first response really disappoint me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Although I didn&#39;t expect much from the response, but I don&#39;t prepare for this one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I thought he was &lt;strike&gt;selfish,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but I was wrong thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe, I was the one. &lt;i&gt;Haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He will do anything to make me happy at his best, in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;
Probably not in the way I think it should be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;YOU GOT ME FEELING SO GUILTY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
:/&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;and so touched as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
:(</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2123154187897842026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2123154187897842026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/11/gah.html' title='Gah'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-8566790089527929486</id><published>2012-10-25T06:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-25T06:34:28.693-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>WHAT&#39;S UP</title><content type='html'>Few more days to last two months of 2012&lt;br /&gt;
ME, gotta fully&amp;nbsp;utilize&amp;nbsp;this last period in precious 2012&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna let my life PACKED,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Challenge, challenge challenge!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heavy eye bags dark eye circle,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put horse come over!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Leave no regrets and let life live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/8566790089527929486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/8566790089527929486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/10/whats-up.html' title='WHAT&#39;S UP'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-4398196690663041966</id><published>2012-10-01T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T08:21:54.954-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Octoberrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can&#39;t believe it&#39;s already the tenth month of 2012!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Two more months to the end of the world!!!!!!!! *screams*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;er herm. that&#39;s not the point though. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; so what&#39;s the main point?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;hmmmmmmm. that&#39;s a good question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style=&#39;clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;&#39;&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/4398196690663041966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/4398196690663041966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/10/octoberrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Octoberrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-6244722459627871383</id><published>2012-09-25T10:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-25T10:02:57.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Taken</title><content type='html'>Was decided to offline until I saw something caught my eyes in the news feed.&lt;br /&gt;
Ridiculously, hesitates&amp;nbsp;arose from within. and still I couldn&#39;t hold that urge to click that link.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2 years seemed to change a lot of things around.&lt;br /&gt;
Not even a thousand, just hundreds of days, and yeah, we are now what we are.&lt;br /&gt;
And of course, not what we were anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
Those days made us up to what we are now, from what we actually were during those days.&lt;br /&gt;
What if?&lt;br /&gt;
What if we made a step forward and smile?&lt;br /&gt;
What if we were being more courage than we were?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Things would change inside out, but probably not the results in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
At least I didn&#39;t think so.&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m loving the end on the road taken here, certainly.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe the road not taken offered more adventures to be explored,&lt;br /&gt;
making us to gain life experiences, enrich our mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hahah. But life doesn&#39;t hold &#39;what-if s&#39;, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;
And now I&#39;m up to what I am,&lt;br /&gt;
I am satisfied enough now,&lt;br /&gt;
and blessed,&lt;br /&gt;
perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever is gonna happen, keep holding on, never look back.&lt;br /&gt;
Be contented and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We didn&#39;t made it easily remember?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;3</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6244722459627871383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6244722459627871383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/09/not-taken.html' title='Not Taken'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-5749285320358094066</id><published>2012-09-18T11:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-18T11:30:02.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downn</title><content type='html'>Baby are you down down down down down?&lt;br /&gt;
Even if the sky isn&#39;t falling down?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby: Yes :(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-the end-</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/5749285320358094066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/5749285320358094066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/09/downn.html' title='Downn'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-195934481969450242</id><published>2012-08-26T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-26T00:18:49.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Just a random share on an amazing person.&lt;br /&gt;
Too bad the video couldn&#39;t be shared here, so watch it &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jca_p_3FcWA&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; if you wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I have been watching x Factor and Got Talent shows over youtube videos during my first week holiday&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
and here it is, the beautiful Susan Boyle.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
She &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; truly beautiful than any other people at 0.46 and 0.56,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
isn&#39;t she?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Yes, people judges books by its cover, and this normal phenomena will never &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Look how the judges are impressed with her beautiful voice.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
And her beautiful personalities, how cute is it?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
A 47 year-old woman standing on stage with her hand on her hips shaking her butt like that.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
And walking away like a 11 year-old kids after the performances.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
This is true unpretentious personalities.&lt;br /&gt;
And the most important thing,&lt;br /&gt;
the courageous.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
I am totally agree with Piers,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Everybody was laughing at you and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;no one is laughing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
You just have to prove to them, those who looked down and laughing on you.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Nothing much to say, randomly posted this.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Days are so not good to me, everything seems to be so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Troubles love me,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Challenges&amp;nbsp;queuing&amp;nbsp;to come,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
And I feel so lifeless now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
It&#39;s really hard to find someone who truly understand you,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
At least from your point of view&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ahh. I dreamed a dream I wish.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/195934481969450242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/195934481969450242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-dreamed-dream.html' title='I dreamed a dream'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-8859491572191394129</id><published>2012-07-31T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-31T06:13:21.698-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesome"/><title type='text'>amazing awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today i came across a super duper amazing stuff in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;today is the day i first rewear my socks after so long time socks-less. this decision done upon the sake of my super-itchy left toes and i guess it&#39;s the sweat that caused it. :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;then before i start engine, i decide to wear my socks first as im running late AGAIN as usual.&amp;#160; :(&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; so i leave my car door open and wear them on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;the story continues..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;then i wore my sneakers during the time the traffic light turned red before reaching college. im really running late! :( &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;then i realised the class was at afternoon and NOT in morning. lol.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;It&#39;s not big deal anyway. fine xp&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;after having long time rushing classes in college, it&#39;s finally time to home. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;dreading my feet i finally approached my car and then i decided to leave my feet into fresh air after whole day stuck in smelly sneakers.xp &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;as i reach my dad&#39;s working place, i couldn&#39;t find my slippers anywhere under driver&#39;s seat like i usually did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; SLIPPERS JUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANISH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; INTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; TH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;IR :OOO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;b&gt;how spooky????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;fine. then i went into the shop and have some mee goreng before home. yummy xp&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;and after waiting my mum to finish all her works, it&#39;s already late evening and such i drove her home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;when i reached house, i FOUND MY SLIPPERS on the ROADSIDE. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;i FOUND MY SLIPPERS. oh dear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;ON THE &amp;#40657;&amp;#27833;&amp;#36335; OUTSIDE MY HOUSE COMPOUND&lt;b&gt;, the place where my car parked at, on that specific spot where my feet stepped at when my butt first contact with the driver seat&#39;s cushion!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;i can&#39;t believe i really did leave my slippers outside my car when i was changing into socks. AND i just drove away like that. omggggg. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;i left her on the road so hot whole day having sunbath. and the main point is, how can i did something stupid like that???? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT HAPPENED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; to my brain&lt;/b&gt; :(((&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;will there be someday when i leave my child on the roadside and came home find her standing there wholeday? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style=&#39;clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;&#39;&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.4&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/8859491572191394129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/8859491572191394129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/07/amazing-awesomeness.html' title='amazing awesomeness'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-2048655632182635771</id><published>2012-07-19T06:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-19T06:37:07.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;There&#39;s no perfect person in this world, either a perfect student with excellence academic and poor communication skill; or a perfect socializer who studies terribly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The things are all balanced up, what goes around comes around.&lt;/div&gt;
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As time passed, eventually we will know whom we can ONLY play and joke with,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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and whom we can actually talk heart to heart with.&lt;/div&gt;
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Certain people can&#39;t stand the critics we put on them and that&#39;s how things get screwed up. On that circumstance, we often turned hot tempered, shooting at each other, and the awkward moment when the next conversation we had is just like nothing had happened. This is the so-called jokes and random-chit-chat-mates.&lt;/div&gt;
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The sympathetic thing that ever happened is, true friends are so &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt; to find and we should be very glad if we had a couple of them. These people we can talk and spit everything out at, express and preventing ourselves from turning into mentally distorted human.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Anyhow&lt;/i&gt; we can never escape from conflicts and frictions, even those true friends. Because we tend to talk so straight and direct way, and hurt the other party so easily by only words without realizing it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Back to the topic,&amp;nbsp; what goes around comes back around.&lt;/div&gt;
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At that particular moment, often we can&#39;t stand something the other one said, and we tend to be ignorant and show that over-ridiculous-face showing, &lt;i&gt;is your brain malfunctioned?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then the atmosphere freeze and it stopped.&lt;/div&gt;
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As a consequence, the next time the same thing will be reflected on yourself. When a conversation incautiously bent back to the previous &#39;sensitive&#39; item, the character will be switching places and you will be facing that &#39;cute&#39; face.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why we as humans, must let this cycle happen sympathetically over again and again?&lt;/div&gt;
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Because, we always wanted to win, and when we won the argument we lost another precious thing called, friendship.&lt;/div&gt;
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How amazing? :)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2048655632182635771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2048655632182635771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/07/ooh-la-la.html' title='ooh la la'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-3634269779944334512</id><published>2012-07-04T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-04T07:00:09.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I think Im gonna find this book out someday.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s not that late yet. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/3634269779944334512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/3634269779944334512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-2586839325452190001</id><published>2012-06-28T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-28T08:40:19.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmphhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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How can I be proud of myself recalling ten years back when I&#39;m a mother?&lt;/div&gt;
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There would be nothing proud for me to tell my daughters.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a heartbroken dream.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;a back-stabbed-ridiculous-funny stupid feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2586839325452190001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/2586839325452190001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/06/hmphhh.html' title='Hmphhh'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiwWUWc7eYWFXErdDRjZe6hAg3T2nvZCBsku9hcl6Igok-O6ui-TFhURLoqdSksPSpuYAbfonFFKa3vjbvIlHzRyXakZYRMoIAqpdf2JIlp2cL5kprPVFV9khpBixGx8d2JRDHe7Id38/s72-c/sad_054.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-173158922322502358</id><published>2012-06-27T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-27T07:03:25.088-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><title type='text'>Old times</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt;Suddenly came across to this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt;Reading those sticky notes really recalls a lot memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt;;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt;First note I saw really upsets me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt;I never gonna be an interior designer, never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt;But there&#39;s no way turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1738480153&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/173158922322502358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/173158922322502358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/06/old-times.html' title='Old times'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-6023814843828598808</id><published>2012-06-21T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-27T06:54:59.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Withers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Feels so old these days, feels like I have grown up so so much. &lt;br /&gt;
This should be normal normal paranormal when you overcame such much circumstances and stuffs, which force you to grow when you wanna stay the same, acting innocent like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;
Growing up isn&#39;t that fun like what we all thought of, as a kinder kid, we always imagine how great will it be driving our own car, hanging out with friends, going out of parents sight, going to college, going to work, earning own money and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;
The facts is that, I missed doing as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;
I missed a lot. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate all the responsibilities I need to carry on with.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate how the responsibilities that burden me so much, weighted my shoulder and dragged my feet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
I hate how the realistic society keep on pushing us, not to believe to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate how people don&#39;t trust me when I&#39;m giving out all.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate when people don&#39;t listen to me, they actually just pretend to do so, or just listen to what&#39;s in their own mind. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate more when people pretend to care when they didn&#39;t give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate every argument, even my own over-rationalism, making me hard to accept other alternatives to a same stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate my ego, making me like a proud peacock, when everyone else sees only a stupid crow. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate you too sometimes, because you give me that shit feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate growing up knowing all this foolish life,&lt;br /&gt;
I hate getting old.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: Getting to 20 is really old, when teens play around with all playground thing, you just sitting there on a swing, swinging up and down, you&#39;re just too old for others, even for a swing, one-more-year-to-no-more-teen us.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6023814843828598808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/6023814843828598808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/06/withers.html' title='Withers'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLeyyKKXwdHmw9q8OpsAVFtH9ME0L-9twoUp8QVjqZmZbIhU5Z7Ji6vQlPBbKCdBf66POCchvuibkRsoxyJLvtmOe2-5apWU-myqfA51Kkc3BR3ip-0k2Kxs9RR1XUD7lvuHWPJfaXoQ/s72-c/rose.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-1772465746643787974</id><published>2012-06-17T08:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T09:04:04.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Let&#39;s see.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read everyday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? i DID right? (read during classes should be considered as one. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Hmm. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;New language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Funny japanese or korean language, SPECIALLY use for funny purpose, YES. xp&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspirational spaces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i got a lot actually, just that it&#39;s more to imaginations and unrealistic dreams. x)&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phobia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The last I remember was rose-phobia, or maybe maybe accounting-phobia which is very funny. I dont really know what im scared of. &lt;i&gt;HAHAH. &lt;/i&gt;Ever since i started to learn new thing, always there&#39;s gonna be a barrier, I GIVE UP VERY QUICKLY AND MENTALLY AVOID CONTACT WITH IT. Sort of phobia isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skill enrichment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. If what im doing is counted, which probably sounds not so right. &lt;i&gt;*oops&lt;/i&gt; x.x&lt;br /&gt;
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6. A &lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;letter for future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. Traditional stuff in novels. GOT to do that someday later anyways. Who knows what changes gonna take on me TEN years later right?&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Admit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flaws and mistakes? Actually it&#39;s very hard for a Scorpio like me to do so, we kinda borne with some kinda ego thing, and we actually &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;quite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;self-center. Herm. But i did admit sometimes, when i really cant stand with what i had really done to myself, or friends. &lt;i&gt;*ROOMS for improvement&lt;/i&gt;, ADMIT IT&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ACTION-orientation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;i&gt; *shake head*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;PROCRASTINATION. &lt;/b&gt;Awful habit. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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9. This one i actually did sometimes. But humans ARE weird, we can admire, be inspired by or even&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; learn from strangers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; YET sometimes, we can hardly do the same to non-strangers, like close FRIENDS.(I dont know if it&#39;s just me or &amp;nbsp;what. haaaa) This is a very sad case.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. HERM. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Web-addiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? This one is kinda hard to cure. &lt;i&gt;HAHAH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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11.&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; New habits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Eg, make mind maps ahead of lectures? IF I CAN EVER DO THAT (ps: Sorry Dr. Janice) :X&lt;br /&gt;
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12. &lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let the past be past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Every second is gonna be a past anyway. We can put aside many bad memories, all that matters is TIME. *&lt;i&gt;tick tick*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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13. Literally, I dont really give people roses. HAHAHA. Just kidding. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to people? Got to depends, who and why. Hmph&lt;br /&gt;
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14. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;REST WELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. How can we EVER rest well? IF only we stop being chased by those very-cute-courseworks. God tell me the way please.&lt;br /&gt;
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Phrases for the day, or i mean&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;phrases meant for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;
Stay strong and move on,&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;ll never improve if, we always think &#39;I have done better than you do&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
Keep up the determinations, you chosen your way to future isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;
And&lt;br /&gt;
I used to run in rain but now, I have umbrellas. :&#39;)&lt;br /&gt;
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I love rainbows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;*wink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/1772465746643787974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/1772465746643787974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/06/rhythm-of-apple.html' title='Rhythm of Apple'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglKpVlnL5HShI8s14S4AM4-qSJLH_WSK6OHn2CTgZx16KoZi890Kpi-mzBwFtrWWKJ0BnTL6DxQA_xqmpTkkZ0EQg-tIoo9L2njIMi_YFN7N5zDk5v1FHgg4BaUrF3IYglc4FaFTBDfU/s72-c/%60.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-5649144789709975940</id><published>2012-05-22T10:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T10:19:58.644-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>幸运草 ?</title><content type='html'>最近身边发生了一些不愉快的事&lt;br /&gt;
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什么事？&lt;/div&gt;
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就是很多的&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;琐&lt;b&gt;碎琐碎&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;堆积的&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;烦人事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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家里，学校，朋友，学业&lt;/div&gt;
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开始问自己，为什么人家这样，为什么我这样&lt;/div&gt;
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人家有梦追，大大咧咧地追&lt;/div&gt;
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我也有梦，但我当&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;缩头乌龟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;， 我&lt;strike style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;力不从心&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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人家学崖&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;缤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;纷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8;&quot;&gt;精&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8;&quot;&gt;彩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;，我&lt;b&gt;十年如一&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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人家环游世界，我槟城人连槟城都不会走&lt;/div&gt;
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很可怜吧&lt;/div&gt;
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虽然是很羡慕，但打开双眼发现&lt;/div&gt;
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我也没这么可怜啦&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;其实我们都是幸运的&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;最近我看见了很多不一样的人生&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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我看见&lt;/div&gt;
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一个同胞家庭，6个成员，月收入1千左右&lt;/div&gt;
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月供车款600，保险，一餐只有一种菜肴&lt;/div&gt;
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2个孩子在小学阶段求学&lt;/div&gt;
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跟老板借薪不成&lt;/div&gt;
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怎么活？&lt;/div&gt;
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另一个中年同胞，&lt;/div&gt;
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父母纷纷去世，剩下自己单身和弟弟和家庭&lt;/div&gt;
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还有政府赔偿的2间组屋&lt;/div&gt;
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弟弟私吞组屋，瞧不起他赶他出家门&lt;/div&gt;
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变卖1间，自己家庭住一间&lt;/div&gt;
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同胞无谓争家产，沦为流浪汉&lt;/div&gt;
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露宿海边亭子，招客人玩水上游戏为生&lt;/div&gt;
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偶尔做做杂工，吸吸毒&lt;/div&gt;
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再一小孩，一岁多的孩子&lt;/div&gt;
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跟着父母露宿外头，睡的是装电视机的纸箱&lt;/div&gt;
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一岁多的孩子，还不会叫爸爸&lt;/div&gt;
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因为根本没有人教他&lt;/div&gt;
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一岁多的孩子，他会捡铝罐给母亲，拿到她面前踩扁&lt;/div&gt;
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因为他每天学到的就是跟母亲到处捡铝罐&lt;/div&gt;
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如果有一天，他见到一叠钞票和一个铝罐&lt;/div&gt;
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猜猜吧 他捡哪样？&lt;/div&gt;
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我听说他牛奶喝不完，隔天就喝冷牛奶&lt;/div&gt;
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而且很出奇的，他并没有像其他小孩闹肚子&lt;/div&gt;
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仿佛身体早已预备面对这样的生活&lt;/div&gt;
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平时见他趴趴走，就一个人玩，不哭也不闹&lt;/div&gt;
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想想吧&lt;/div&gt;
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一岁的我们都在做什么？&lt;/div&gt;
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其实有没有好奇为什么他们生活如此艰辛？&lt;/div&gt;
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原因很简单，&lt;/div&gt;
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其实他们本来住在租来的房子，后来好像被赶了出来&lt;/div&gt;
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好像是因为没钱交租&lt;/div&gt;
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我相信与后者有关&lt;/div&gt;
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那小孩的父母都吸毒&lt;/div&gt;
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我只能说那孩子很不幸，非常不幸&lt;br /&gt;
如此乖巧的孩子，只因为出生在这样的环境&lt;br /&gt;
就这样拖累了他的一生&lt;br /&gt;
我妈说这是他前世欠的债，注定这世还&lt;br /&gt;
他出生的那一天，因为来不及赶到医院&lt;br /&gt;
就在公厕里来到残忍的世界&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #d5a6bd;&quot;&gt;想回我们自己吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
我们经常在问为什么世界是如此的不公平&lt;br /&gt;
为什么别人含着金汤匙出生，一辈子无忧无虑&lt;br /&gt;
为什么别人比我们过的好
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为什么我们必须妥协&lt;br /&gt;
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想想吧&lt;br /&gt;
自己是多么的&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #d5a6bd;&quot;&gt;幸运&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
我们拥有了许多人没有的&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999;&quot;&gt;幸福家庭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
一辈子&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f9cb9c;&quot;&gt;疼爱我们的父母&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
永远&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8;&quot;&gt;不会背叛我们的家人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
一起&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8;&quot;&gt;共患难的朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
别人垂涎&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;求学上学的机会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
很多人缺少的&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffe599;&quot;&gt;日常最最基本的需求&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
很多人每天只求的&lt;span style=&quot;color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;三餐温饱&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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我们丰衣足食，有瓦遮头&lt;br /&gt;
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已经&lt;b&gt;赢过胜过&lt;/b&gt;很多很多很多人了&lt;br /&gt;
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不是我突然间变得如此感性&lt;br /&gt;
而是突然醒觉&lt;br /&gt;
我其实拥有太多了&lt;br /&gt;
只是一直身在福中不知福&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;你也一样吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/5649144789709975940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/5649144789709975940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html' title='幸运草 ?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-1541181264377515911</id><published>2012-04-25T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-21T08:22:09.354-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Whatever It Is</title><content type='html'>Today is exactly two weeks after the tsunami disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;
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And yes, two weeks just passed like this.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can&#39;t even remember what have I did this sem break,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;So lifeless and stuff-les&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t know what I did to my 4weeks precious holiday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So sad :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It should be SOUNDS like &lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rechargings, rests and &lt;strike&gt;vacations&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for further momentum&lt;/div&gt;
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Lets have some examples.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Eg 1, daily sleeps at dawn and wakes at noon ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Eg 2, facebook, endless tv shows, daily continuous drama ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Eg 3, games, autistics and fats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sounds relaxing and easygoing huh ? ^.^&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;IT&#39;S actually waste of time and&amp;nbsp;adolescency, stop bluffing yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So so bad :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today is the&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;result&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; releasing day (&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;which is like shit&lt;/span&gt;),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And got my &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;timetable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;which is like the king of shits&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/div&gt;
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Suddenly I feel like nothing is better than the shits now.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can&#39;t help but have to surrender,&lt;/div&gt;
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Because you have been top for too long,&lt;/div&gt;
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You don&#39;t know (i mean FORGOT) how it feels like falling down.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everybody says you are doing great&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;What to worry about? Hey, you&#39;re a FULL scholar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;People envy your performance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRAISES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then you ended up actually believe and thought that you are of their saying,&lt;/div&gt;
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BUT, in fact you are just overestimating yourself,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overstating your abilities.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You thought you are still on the way, doing great than ever.&lt;/div&gt;
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BUT, you will suddenly found out the grievances that probably tears your eyes&lt;/div&gt;
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Probably in a case like this (&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;status post by an &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/yiying.kangkung&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;ex schoolmate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Its like a tradition that every assignment you get, you&#39;ll have either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-an OKU member/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-comatose patient/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-Miss in action/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-photostat machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;or the most famous among all..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;-&quot;Mr.I-DID-ALOT-LIAO&quot; (2 lines of double spacing sentence with extra large fonts of 36) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;College life is AMAZING! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Yeah, funny yet so TRUE, shooooo muchie amazing you CAN&#39;T stand,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will laugh when you read this, will cry when you have did it nearly all alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And the worst out of all,&lt;/div&gt;
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The efforts you paid is NOT equivalence to the turn outs.&lt;/div&gt;
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The upsets that make you feel desolate,&lt;/div&gt;
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Because you are losing your directions.&lt;/div&gt;
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Where is the passion?&lt;/div&gt;
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Motivation?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Whoever still remember the goals and target set at the very beginning of the first sem?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s way too easy to say,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;Yeah, imma reset all the mistakes and flaws, everything starts all over like new again, new targets, goals, objectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;IT&#39;S NOT AS EASY AS IT SEEMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;*big big sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;ANYWAYs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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life gonna move on, time gonna keep on tick,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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everything gonna stay ongoing and,&lt;/div&gt;
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you have no choice at all.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;SO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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earth is still on the orbit,&lt;/div&gt;
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sky isn&#39;t falling down,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;breathe deep and continue doing the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;THERE&#39;S ALWAYS A &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; AFTER EVERY POUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;PUT ON A BIG SMILE FOR THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/1541181264377515911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/1541181264377515911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/04/whatever-it-is.html' title='Whatever It Is'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-3386446290100954845</id><published>2012-04-11T04:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T04:05:04.762-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>If it&amp;#39;s the end</title><content type='html'>Tsunami alert is out again. After few years since 9.1 magnitude.  &lt;br/&gt; Nothing much to say, if it&#39;s the end,  &lt;br/&gt; I want to say, I love u, all of my friends. &lt;br/&gt; and my parents. &lt;br/&gt; and you.  &lt;br/&gt; :)&lt;div style=&#39;clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;&#39;&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/3386446290100954845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3322330175574364593/posts/default/3386446290100954845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jitneee.blogspot.com/2012/04/if-it-end.html' title='If it&amp;#39;s the end'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322330175574364593.post-4855164126999465736</id><published>2012-04-10T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T12:57:44.512-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Getting along, Life</title><content type='html'>When i finally decided to renew my blog post,&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly I realised it has been one whole month since my last post,&lt;br /&gt;
And I didn&#39;t planned to schedule my post like this, anyway&lt;br /&gt;
Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s always time when I wanted to post something planned, places I went, people i met, funny things that happened, memorable days, and of course heart-tearing lessons&lt;br /&gt;
But, there&#39;s always a thinking telling me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;
accumulate all and post them at once,&lt;br /&gt;
Or always giving excuses to myself like,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m too tired after the tests and assignments, I need some rest.&lt;br /&gt;
Or the worst part, I will write it &lt;strike&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
YES. The word tomorrow. Then the day after tomorrow. Then the day after tomorrow&#39;s tomorrow. That&#39;s how when nothing get done.&lt;br /&gt;
Pathetic. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
So, be prepared for a &lt;b&gt;long long&lt;/b&gt; post for this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Suggestion: Read on or press the X on top right of your screen now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So now,&lt;br /&gt;26/03/12&lt;span style=&quot;color: #d5a6bd;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The People I Met&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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Yes, JJ Lin, in Gurney new wing. I know the picture is poor. It&#39;s already 5megapixel. SO sad :(&lt;br /&gt;
The amazing part is I was having my finals. &lt;i&gt;Hooray!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
HAHAHA. Cool right, and sincerely hope I didn&#39;t screw up my finals. X)&lt;br /&gt;
This was on 26/03/12, where my finals fell on 26,28,30.&lt;br /&gt;
See that interval.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah it&#39;s actually helping us (last-minute-kakis) by giving extra time to burn our eleventh-hour-midnight-oil,&lt;br /&gt;
Where i used it as an excuse to do my FIRST star-chasing-dream ( It has never been my dream though, I&#39;m not the type like shouting, 老公我爱你！, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;
Hahahaha. Seriously serious. There were crazy fans shouting this in the crowd, despite that they were in a 988 Live Broadcast or even on the TV, I&#39;m not that sure anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
JJ HAS AMAZING VOICE! His singing on LIVE was just like playing out from player. &amp;nbsp;*&lt;i&gt;melts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Picture taken on my way back to carpark on 3rd floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Before leaving I was at, ermm, actually an unnoticeable spot, right beside the tiang with red-bordered-black-coloured-white-worded-poster. Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Look at that CROWD. Those heads that look like matches, I mean the matches that can burn your house. &lt;i&gt;Oops &lt;/i&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;
My own personal estimation, around a thousand people in new wing that day.&lt;br /&gt;
Proven: JJ Lin&#39;s 魅力无法挡&lt;br /&gt;
Of course with my &#39;pro&#39; camera skill, I only managed to catch part of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
The crowd conquered the ground floor, and even the first, second, third floor railing. &lt;i&gt;wowww?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, a same kind of celebrity-promotion activity done on the same stage on the same week Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And this will be&lt;br /&gt;30/03/12&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;The People I didn&#39;t Meet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not in Gurney that day, this is from a neighbour worker of my ex-working company who took it when she was working and posted it on her facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is Daniel Lee, if you don&#39;t know, a Malaysian Idol winner. He has quite a good voice I think.&lt;br /&gt;
My mum likes him. Because he defeated a Malay participant by his talent. Hahahah. We watched the process when he won the champion. Errr, couples of years ago though.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, the crowd was poor I think =X&lt;br /&gt;
Huge difference in comparison. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;31/03/12&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Thing I Never Dreamed to Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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YES. A TRUMPET! This is not the real object though, I get from the Goooogle. Haha&lt;br /&gt;
I joined a association&#39;s band called, Youth Band. Seriously, it&#39;s YOUTH Band, I get shocked when the members are of 9 years old onwards. A lot of&amp;nbsp;youthfulness&amp;nbsp;right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;That&#39;s how I feel like getting older. Haha.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This will be long story if you ask why I would join it. *&lt;i&gt;Skip&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Back to the trumpet, I really never thought of &#39;contacting&#39; with trumpet, it&#39;s not even my dream, like what I dreamed to get was&amp;nbsp;Saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;
I prefer Saxophone sexy sound a lot more than Trumpet&#39;s. And the functioning way differ a lot too, too hard for me, I blow most air than the sound, buzzing so hard, so sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;
But, since I was assigned to this hard task, I will try my best. :&#39;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And NOW. Freebies X)&lt;br /&gt;01/04/12 &lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The April Fool Freebies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The very last minute notification from him during the night before the day. FREE movie ticket! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So the story goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;
25k tickets to be given by over 20 cinema branches in Malaysia, to maximum of 4tickets per person&lt;br /&gt;
= ABOUT 250 people can take the&amp;nbsp;redemption only&lt;br /&gt;
SO, we went to queue in the early morning when the mall&#39;s light haven&#39;t been on and the escalators were not even start to operate.&lt;br /&gt;
And, on the same time, IT&#39;S APRIL FOOL DAY u know, when we walked out from the lift and see no crowd outside the cinema, we thought it was a prank, and a waste of our effort.&lt;br /&gt;
BUT, as we walk towards the counter,&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah, it&#39;s not a prank. Lol&lt;br /&gt;
And, it took half hour for us to redeem the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;
ONLY two tickets anyway, because the free tickets were only available for 2.00pm movie on that day&lt;br /&gt;
Means that we don&#39;t get to watch all movies as we thought we could, DAY DREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So this is it. TWO pieces of free tickets after half hour&amp;nbsp;queuing. Lame I know. Hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;
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I wanted to watch &#39;Mirror Mirror&#39; which was not available in the given list. Sad case. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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I always loved fairy tales story with a happy happy ending since small times.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how many times had I watched Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;
Replaying the tape (the time when we don&#39;t have any CDs yet) all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;Faithful right? X)&lt;br /&gt;
And due to the&amp;nbsp;consequences, we picked &#39;Marrying Mr Perfect&#39;, a HK comedy that laugh your ass out. X)&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course heart-touching story too, which was too much can-be-found-in-fairy-tales-story.&lt;br /&gt;
Hahahah.&amp;nbsp;In short, not realistic (own opinion) but a great movie though.&lt;br /&gt;
Good medium for stress-relieving need. X)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then. NEXT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;02/04/12 &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;The Food I Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;YES. It&#39;s the Sushi King Bonanza craziness!! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I thought i won&#39;t have the chance to enjoy it this time, I DON&#39;T have the member card.&lt;br /&gt;
But the good news came when he successfully borrowed one from his friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Awwww. Salmon. Sluuuurp!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is what normal people will get during the Bonanza period, again picture from the Gooooogle. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And for us, to avoid lunch time long long long queue, we decided to go after lunch time about 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;
And what put me down was, me and him, TWO people, ate EIGHT plates of sushi only.&lt;br /&gt;
How sad was that :((&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, the reason: We ate something before going to Gurney, avoid gastric and over-hungry.&lt;br /&gt;
The sushi rice was too filling, but if we just pick and eat the sushi top =&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;waste of food&lt;/b&gt;. SIGH&lt;br /&gt;
So the turn out was disappointing. Hahaha. But in a positive way,&lt;br /&gt;
We SAVED our purse X)&lt;br /&gt;
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AND, the Genie in a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;08/04/12&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Miracle&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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Things are much more&amp;nbsp;worthwhile&amp;nbsp;when you lost them once.&lt;br /&gt;
And when the price paid, lesson learnt, tears dropped, strength regained,&lt;br /&gt;
And to be told that you gonna lost them for a second time,&lt;br /&gt;
The experience and heart-pinching feeling were nowhere to get.&lt;br /&gt;
Then the good news of almost-regaining them is&amp;nbsp;indescribable, nobody will feel that exact excitement on the moment upon the miracle call, no one but only yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
Appreciate everything you had, whether it will be better or worse the next moment, at least you had enjoy the moment you had them in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;
Keep my fingers crossed again.&lt;br /&gt;
:))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;09/04/12 &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f1c232;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Thing Called Inspiration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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I read a blogpost about, &#39;&lt;a href=&quot;http://akirastory.com/2011/05/15/why-i-regret-getting-straight-a1-in-spm/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Why I Regret getting Straight A1 in SPM&lt;/a&gt;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
I bet the candidate was not of our generation. Much older times. Haha&lt;br /&gt;
At the moment, I was very curious on what to regret on a 16 A1 result in your SPM?&lt;br /&gt;
You will be the star shining all the way, don&#39;t you?&lt;br /&gt;
So I spent about 15mins to investigate it. Such a long post you know.&lt;br /&gt;
But curiosity kills the cat, it drives me keep on reading.&lt;br /&gt;
Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;
And suddenly I felt so damn lucky that I&#39;m not a 16A1 student.&lt;br /&gt;
I would die from a 3-5hours-everyday-sleep X)&lt;br /&gt;
Read it if you feel the same. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;
Out of expectation, the main post doesn&#39;t catch much of my attention,&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s the comment of the post, the &lt;b&gt;longest &lt;/b&gt;comment at the page bottom,&lt;br /&gt;
Even longer than the main post, and heart-touching story&lt;br /&gt;
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What will you do if your mum died? And your dad remarried with a woman with 6children.&lt;/div&gt;
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And then divorced and married again a 26years old woman who is actually capable of becoming your sister&lt;/div&gt;
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I actually read this comment for 20mins plus I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Really adores the girl much, of what she had gone through, and how she get her life settled.&lt;/div&gt;
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The comment was really long, especially in my post, but I don&#39;t want any of you reading this to miss a great story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This really inspired me much.&amp;nbsp;Spare some of your time and read on :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Hello? Hello? Guys? Yeah, you all need to calm down a bit. See, we’ve all got some views on stuff. And the way I see it, its pretty ‘brilliant’! You guys showed so much passions by using all sorts of languages when expressing your feelings. ‘Well done’! Hope you’re ‘proud’&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;:)&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif?m=1336659725g&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thing is. While reading this, I cant help but thinking yess! This is so true. Not in my time though. I’ve heard this story from some friends. And it was much sadder when you listen to it, rather than reading it off the internet. So I think maybe some of you may have felt it. Some kind of connection with what this guy wrote. And maybe the rest didn’t. Thus, the differences and the mean words you guys used.&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell u my story. I took my SPM back in 2010. It was horrible year for me. Cause on that yr I moved from this really nasty school in PD, to this really high-class school in Seremban. Why its high-classed? Well it earned ‘CLUSTER’ title for the amazing achievements over the years. Its kinda big for TEKNIK schools. And things were so different there, compared to my last school. I didnt think I was gonna go for it, but my friends in PD, told me I should try it. They thought if it didnt work, I can always come back. Which was kinda silly. But they gave me courage, and added to my really-wanting-to-change the view desperation, I got transferred.&lt;br /&gt;First day was tough. Kids at my new school, acted all weirdy when I mentioned my last school. And one teacher even belittled me in his classes. He’s super-cute. Married and has 6 kids, another was on the way, but he’s really cute. He acted all fierce, and ready to kick some butts all the time, but at the end, we all agreed he was really nice. Anyway, back to the story. I really hit it off with the boys in class when one day, this guy came to me and hit me in the head, from behind, bcause he thought I was another girl who he teased everyday. Then, when he realized I wasn’t her, he quickly apologized. But I walked away, cause I thought it didn’t matter. I was having a rough day, and what the boy did, really was the least thing I cared about. But interesting happened. The boy kept coming at me for the rest of the day, pushed a lollipop to my face, saying sorry over and over. And bcause of him, after that day, I didnt feel so outcasted anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is I had always been the one with the brain in my family. So when my father proposed for me to move away, to be honest I never thought I would survive in a new place. Truth is my form 4 final exam’s result isn’t so shiny. I got a C for physics, and Bs for english and BM. And the rest? All the other 7 subjects got flushed into Es. Yes, I was worse than bad. But funny thing was even though my result was unbelievably disgusting for all u glamorous people, I WAS one of the best student in that school.&lt;br /&gt;But my father thought I could do better than that. Honestly, holding on to that, I managed to grab the best number in my class after the first test in new school. It was months after I moved in. And while mingling with all my new friends, I did some catch-ups on my studies, and its been some crazy months too. Throughout the process, I found out that these new people weren’t so special either. Turned out my former school provided way more technicalities to us students than my once-current-school. In there, it was more theory stuff. So when it was time to do our little assignments involving some circuits drawing, or assembly some components to certain circuits, the kids were kinda clueless. Lucky for them! I was there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;:D&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif?m=1336659725g&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In my previous school, the teachers treated us like we were some retarded kids. They taught us steps after steps, very carefully so that our brain will not be overloaded, somehow. While in my new school, kids were treated like they were superficials, and were a group of MR and MS KNOW IT ALL. Like a bunch of Einstein juniors. Its kinda funny really.&lt;br /&gt;But whats really funny was after my second test, after I still managed to get the number 1 spot in class, all these classy kids started to come to me for study sessions. And I tell you, that number 1 spot that I got the second time? The result for my second test? I didnt even try to get it. Things just gotten easier after my first test. I swear! Mybe it was bcause I’ve been so well-behaved in class bcause I didnt want the teachers to speak about my past, so I managed to learn so much. And holding on to that alone, have got me thru without even studying. But it really was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt pay too much work on studies at home. I’d went out whenever. This was cause I didnt have a mother, I mean the actual one, and my father occasionally spent time with my stepmother at night, and never home during the day. And I honestly didnt have limits on anything! I can even skip school if I wanted to. My father would question, but he wouldnt push me, bcause it was my choice, he thought. And I know he should have been tougher, but I didnt have a mother remember? Too pushy will make me feel crappy okay? Besides it was my choice to study in that nasty school in PD, and then I listened to him and moved away, what else can he possibly ask for?&lt;br /&gt;But as much as interesting it sounded, I am a girl wthout a mother. I cant stay in the same house with another woman who wanted to be my mother bcause then, I will turn rebellious. I didnt participate in much mother-talks between my friends. I didnt have a relationship with my father either. So whats left? Yep, school! So that was that. I went to school everyday to get away. It made sense to me then, but now while telling u people this, I felt kinda lousy. Like I wasnt rebellious enough. Like I was fine with all of it. Well, let me tell you straight up. It wasnt!&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks bfore my SPM trial, my father n my stepmother got a divorce. I was the only one in the court besides them. No other children were there. (I have 3 siblings, and my stepmother has 6 children.) Maybe bcause I can afford to skip school or so. Maybe thats why my father wanted me to come along. And after all these tiring process, it finally ended. I went home with my father, not feeling a thing. Not being affected by the divorce at all. As if that didnt happen to my family.&lt;br /&gt;Later I got a text from my former mother, saying she was upset and I didnt care. She was mad at me bcause I didnt even cry at the court. She said I was nasty, and thought I didnt love her. Well, thats just so full of crap. I did love her. Still do. I mean, the only reason we didnt live together was bcause she got kids. And those kids were not meant to have new sisters and brothers. They got nasty all the time! Thats why my father got us kids separated homes. It wasnt my fault if I didnt show her emotions. I was way pass that. I showed enough emotions when she took my father away. And I showed way, way much emotions when my mother died, and she went around and decided to settle down for the third time, with my father this time, and it was like 3 months after my mother’s death. I shed too much tears, and I was done with it! But well, we still texted and called each other til this very day. Sure I didnt come to her when I had problems, but if I needed to feel like I’m a person, she was alwys there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the school stuff. That divorce really affected me somehow. It sure didnt do much to me on after a few days. But weeks later? The fact suddenly hit me. I will never have a mother! Seems like mothers are never stick around long enough around me. Even an imaginary mother suddenly lost her way and failed to comfort me when I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;This was affecting my studies too. I rarely focused in class. And result? Well I scored an E in my add maths. Sejarah was a D. The whole class got it bad too. Not as bad at me. But well, what definition of bad anyways? For a moment, the whole class went quiet. It was funny really. Its like if you drop ur needle, or something even tinier and lighter, not a single person can miss the sound.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Syaraf, he has a wonderful voice,&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;;)&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://s1.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif?m=1336659725g&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;he went to the whiteboard and wrote words. It was really inspiring, and we all made a pack that day, that we were going to try harder for the final exams. And we did. At least I thought I was. Sure I didnt spend my nights studying. I didnt stop watching TVs, and study more. I didnt read books that I’m supposed to read, instead I read some novels and some silly mags. I stayed up late at nights, listening to songs, and write poems about it. But I did not study. What I did was paying attention at school. And between classes, I would ignore my friends and do my own light reading. Sure it didnt help much, but it was alot for me. I didnt feel encouraged at home. Cause no one was really there. But in school? Well, you kinda feel inspired to be all nerdy, and make guys like you for behaving so well..&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;;)&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://s1.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif?m=1336659725g&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywys, I did take some times off of my busy schedule, and studied during the night bfore every paper I was going to take. Sejarah was different. I went to school with my friends when it was closed. My main goal was to meet my crush, but it was so quiet then, so everybody was in the mood to study. So I did some readings first and told them the story of the past, the history. And when I missed a few points or so, my friends would corrected me. Bcause they have studied it, and I didnt. So to them I was refreshen up their memories, and to me, it was a give and take. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After the final’s over, I went away to stay with my sister. She just got a daughter, and I was going to be a babysitter for her. Theres nothing for me in it, really. I wasnt going to get paid. But I’d do anything to get away from my father, or from staying with my grandma. So when the result came out, I wasnt in Seremban to check it out. My father went there, meeting all my friends. He texted my sister later, that I got 7 As and 3 Bs. It isnt much, but who cares? I didnt even do much, so I deserved it, right? Well maybe not. Maybe I deserved a little less, but pls dont get all jealous okay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the 3 Bs were Add Maths, Lukisan Kjuruteraan and Chemistry. Hahah! Laugh on me cause I really did like all 3 subjects. Especially LK, man I had such a great time during LK classes!&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of all this was, you didnt do it bcause of yourself, you never did. Great things that you achieve mostly are bcause of someone else. I didnt change school bcause of me. I did it bcause my father wanted too, and bcause my friends ‘hated’ to see me around anymore. And I didnt try to get As during my first test in my new school bcause of me. I did it bcause I thought I’d prove all them people that they’re wrong. And of course after that, I studied bcause I was supposed to teach some of my friends stuff. But that was it. Until now, I alwys studied bcause of someone else. If you do things for yourself, of course you wont feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;Of course putting all these hard works on the SPM has been a regret to you. You were only doing it for yourself! You didnt picture it as a gift to your parents, or as an inspiring ideas to be planted in the future SPM candidates, or even to your siblings. You didnt think hard enough my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sure we’re not going to get anywhere with a laid-back attitude, and carelessness. But who says getting all worked-up, and trying too hard can get you get things? Try it man. I’m continuing it. Still doing it now. I studied for my friends, bcause universities can get you lazy, and my friends especially the boys, well they apparently love their beds more than the classes. But me? Still finding classes are the getaways. Still finding that the best way to get a hand on these knowledges is to get it first-hand from the lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? 4.0 first semester. 3.86 the second. Again 4.0 the third semester. This was cause I’ve been spending loads of times studying with my crush (and his friends), so I kinda need to make him feel like I achieved a great pointer was bcause of him, and then this semester? 3.57….. Its the saddest I know. Well, I got an excuse for it! I’ve been working on some robotics stuff for a competition in Singapore. Its big! Thus, failure to attend classes. But hey, the lecturers impressed! And once I managed to squeeze myself into a class, a teacher told me I was great. Thats a get-going for me! I know its not much. My relationship with my father still sucky. But he got a new wife now. A 26 yr old. She could be my sister!&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;;)&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://s1.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif?m=1336659725g&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;JK. But everytime I got good pointer, when some of my friends wouldnt even post their results home, I did it. With proud. I know I did it for him too. After all the hard times I gave him, he deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;So why dont you? Find something more to keep you going. Even evil things like getting back to your aunties for being unfriendly to you. That could be something. And as far as your social lifes? Well if you think you cant do it, why put yourself in it? 16 subjects are alot man! Even for modern Einstein. Sure its mind-blowing. But why? What you got to prove anyway? That ur brain is spacious enough to fit the entire 16 books in it? Man, get a life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;:)&quot; class=&quot;wp-smiley&quot; src=&quot;http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif?m=1336659725g&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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