<?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-2014017213386085320</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:18:26.297-08:00</updated><category term="emotional"/><category term="Advice"/><category term="Funny"/><category term="Heart Broken"/><title type='text'>Memoirs of Steven</title><subtitle type='html'>Accompanying Misery</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-8157004674359954097</id><published>2012-02-29T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T06:50:21.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I always took life for granted. I never saw the big picture even when I thought I saw it. Perhaps I am the one being naive here; ironically, as I used to called upon others being naive. The world does not revolve around you. It&#39;s normal that one day, something should come to an end. I did had an awesome time with my peers but when it comes down to reality, there&#39;s always a fine line there. Somehow, I thought I could wipe it off, or perhaps bend the rules to suit me. Perhaps in my drastic attempts, I might have been able to buy off some votes; but the veto power lies with someone else. I do not blame him, because it&#39;s true I am somewhat a bother in&amp;nbsp; a sense. My mind tells me the right thing to do is to dissapear; but my heart can&#39;t let go of everyone here. We are but meere mortals; where fate controls our life and sometimes we might not get what we want. Either way, I will dissapear no matter what; because the world does not need me; or rather they do not need my presence there. I am just slightly dissapointed that my strong believe regarding this matter was wrong all the time; and that they were too polite to voice it out against me. I feigned a smile, but deep down my heart twisted in agony. I can&#39;t inquire regarding this matter because I believe that I have been enough trouble for everyone. Perhaps I might actually survive this ordeal but I do not want them to have a conflict over me. I have about half of the people here who might root for me; and perhaps not. But I rather things remain peaceful. If it was me from the past, I would have fought on, and made inquiries all over till I got the answer I am looking for; at any cost; my reputation, my pride and my rationality. I think it&#39;s funny how the hands of time twists our lifes. I am no longer the Steven I used to be; neither am I an ideal Steven in my parents&#39; eyes, friends&#39; eyes and in my own eyes. But someone reassured me, there is no point in pleasing the world when all it does is incurring a wrath upon yourself at the epilogue. Mixed feelings is something rather difficult for me to handle and no one likes listening to me rant; right?&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps if I am lucky, someone might actually read this and give me an insight. If not, let this me a ranting place for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Au Revoir</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/8157004674359954097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/8157004674359954097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/8157004674359954097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/8157004674359954097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2012/02/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-3739691663934960745</id><published>2011-11-04T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:40:27.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi Pitbull - I Like</title><content type='html'>Honestly to say, I am not a photographer. But I do love snapping away as much photos as I could. Well, to be honest, I don&#39;t think I should be given the oportunity to be the photographer since I don&#39;t own a DSLR. But it would be an honour if I am allowed to participate by being part of the fans who get to sing along with Pitbull. I really love his songs and it&#39;s like a dream come true when I saw the competition. I know my entry is a bit late; but what the heck, it&#39;s better just on time, than to never have participate and regret right? At least, I know I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;
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After contemplating for some time, I finally decided on which photograph I will use. =D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGtquWIOJf_AvXOwp_cdPCKhcGfc5LqZpXjnhuPfkvgWHxauU430Fm_JU8QhasDca56g39GaC65kKwclixvdK4WDipo_bQcFemsAt2j5er1pJIOplFyhUeeZ-MkRP-WOme0TEMYidGRIQ/s1600/41353_416541886518_709686518_4887842_7150702_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGtquWIOJf_AvXOwp_cdPCKhcGfc5LqZpXjnhuPfkvgWHxauU430Fm_JU8QhasDca56g39GaC65kKwclixvdK4WDipo_bQcFemsAt2j5er1pJIOplFyhUeeZ-MkRP-WOme0TEMYidGRIQ/s400/41353_416541886518_709686518_4887842_7150702_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A friend of mine drew my classmates.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;She poured her heart out to draw all of us. Well, this is what we look like in real life. =D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FyAp0m-QvGKI-QT3e07dKDxS5aJB4Ed09a5IoM7n41EffJcEstSymZhMvzLepYK0_piW6JMU4_QKQ5ybxhaCsWhGMSA929e0Z929KQO_ZWmF-a5v5RjUcIB7dNMpqxgQx9dlxM0-f-LY/s1600/24582_354379977993_639522993_4800226_3272444_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FyAp0m-QvGKI-QT3e07dKDxS5aJB4Ed09a5IoM7n41EffJcEstSymZhMvzLepYK0_piW6JMU4_QKQ5ybxhaCsWhGMSA929e0Z929KQO_ZWmF-a5v5RjUcIB7dNMpqxgQx9dlxM0-f-LY/s400/24582_354379977993_639522993_4800226_3272444_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yes, that&#39;s all of us including our 2 lecturers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Honestly, I would love to be Digi&#39;s photographer, but I will be satisfies if I could get the tickets for the concert. Oh, all of you can win tickets from this link right &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.digi.com.my/whatshot_v3/pitbull/landing.do&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember this, to my fellow bloggers, readers and people of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Digi, Simply the Best Choice. =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I would really appreciate it, if Digi would just allow me to be part of the sensational event. I just want to sing along to Pitbull with my fellow fans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I sincerely thank you and I can&#39;t wait for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/3739691663934960745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/3739691663934960745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/3739691663934960745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/3739691663934960745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2011/11/digi-pitbull-i-like.html' title='Digi Pitbull - I Like'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGtquWIOJf_AvXOwp_cdPCKhcGfc5LqZpXjnhuPfkvgWHxauU430Fm_JU8QhasDca56g39GaC65kKwclixvdK4WDipo_bQcFemsAt2j5er1pJIOplFyhUeeZ-MkRP-WOme0TEMYidGRIQ/s72-c/41353_416541886518_709686518_4887842_7150702_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-6134145719809773505</id><published>2011-10-21T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:35:04.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting</title><content type='html'>Good morning, well it&#39;s been 4 years and I am still blogging. Hope to continue til I die perhaps? Well, I desire a change in mood and enviroment. So, this blog will be use solely for sad stuff (if i ever encounter any) or to participate in events. Meanwhile, majority of my posts will be done in my new blog. Thanks for visiting all these while.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the new link&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://memoiresdesteven.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://memoiresdesteven.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Au revoir.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/6134145719809773505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/6134145719809773505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6134145719809773505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6134145719809773505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2011/10/shifting.html' title='Shifting'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-3301694103495508671</id><published>2011-10-15T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T06:59:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolation</title><content type='html'>I gaze for the stars and shoot for the moon. But I failed to realized that it was beyond my grasp. Perhaps it&#39;s time where life stops giving and starts taking from me. The climate may be warm but my heart feels cold. It&#39;s been too darn long since I felt the warmth of friendship, radiance from a smile or the bickering of friends on making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once, Twice and.... Well, I&#39;ve actually lost count. I&#39;ve seen so many Good Byes that I actually do feel numb; tired of life. From time to time, I would prefer to be isolated from the rest of the world; in a cold and dark room. All this time, as I grew up, I realized I never knew my family as well as I thought. I felt alone in this world. Everytime they try to talk to me, my heart would harden and I felt no warmth nor no love. Life seems to be a business proposition at home and I can do nothing but please them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am tired of this kind of life, pretending to be someone I am not. Even recently, I realized that I made mistakes and realized that I was never being serious; when I look back; all I felt was anger and regret. I am starting to doubt myself these days. If all this is a test, well I am failing pathetically.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone around me jokes that I think too much; hence white hairs. Well, it&#39;s partially true, I do think a lot. To be precise, I reminiscized about the past, pondered about the present and contemplated for the future. People say, learn from the past, think about the present and prepare for the future. Yet nothing seems to be working for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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To me life is bitter. Guess what? Coffee is bitter as well. But at the very least, you could always add creamer or sugar to sweeten the coffee. What bout my life? Well, I see no silver lining admist the dark clouds. I&#39;ve lost confidence in the silver lining and decided that I should take things into my account. I no longer have faith for most people around me. No offence, but I really loss hope in relying on others.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do appreciate everything that&#39;s been for me but there are things that I&#39;ve got to do by myself. I should have never left the cold path that I took. I never expected life to be this cruel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Misery loves company. Well, I do miss Misery as well. At least, things couldn&#39;t get worse anymore.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/3301694103495508671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/3301694103495508671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/3301694103495508671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/3301694103495508671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2011/10/desolation.html' title='Desolation'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-5420187575086155928</id><published>2011-10-13T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:52:21.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>When I look back now, I realized that my life was a lie. I could cheat the world but I could never cheat myself no matter how hard I try. I was a selfish and conceited person back in primary school and I&#39;d soon realized that by being so I will never make friends. However, instead of controlling it, I resorted to denial and changed tremendously. I decided never to make any decision and leave it all to others as I try to be as flexible as possible. Yes, probably I did gain more friends, but it also meant that I became someone else. I was anti social and isolated myself from the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fortunately, I met several people who took turns to change my life. However, by the time they read this post, they would have realized that I was no where different from the beginning. Now, my minds all messed up and my emotions are all out of control. Back then, I was a pessimist, filled with negativity about myself; but now Rage is all I felt for the world and people around me. I can&#39;t seem to be able to control my temper or anger anymore; nowadays, I would lose my temper at my loved ones without realizing it and when I walked away, my heart aches and I really felt helpless. People might think that I am writting this to gain attention or sort, but I beg to differ; I am writting this as a reminder to myself that I do have this issue.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s due to this anger; that I&#39;ve decided to isolate myself even further compared to my pessimistic days.&lt;br /&gt;
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If only I could wipe those feelings like a tear.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, if only...&lt;br /&gt;
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But there&#39;s no If&#39;s....&lt;br /&gt;
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I really miss talking to her but I should move on and close this chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Living life with no regrets is not as simple as it sounds. Ignorance might not be blissful forever; just temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;
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Walking out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/5420187575086155928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/5420187575086155928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/5420187575086155928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/5420187575086155928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2011/10/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-4919350946722508444</id><published>2011-09-12T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:22:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black is Back with Arthur’s Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 23 September 2011 (Friday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s a Friday, we get special promotion at TGIF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 6 pm onwards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clubs usually starts after 10 for happy hours; 6pm is too early.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Venue: Speed City KL, Selangor Turf Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some place I guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, if you combine them together, and add in the event.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthur’s Day 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 23 September 2011 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;
Time: 6 pm onwards&lt;br /&gt;
Venue: Speed City KL, Selangor Turf Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;t will be one heck of a party/event. To be honest, I am superfragilisticexpialidocious-ly excited because &lt;b&gt;it &lt;/b&gt;will be my &lt;b&gt;FIRST &lt;/b&gt;Arthur&#39;s Day event since, I just hit 18 this year. Well, I am not a drunkard nor am I an alcoholic but I love Beer and have been drinking it from a tender age &lt;s&gt;which I shall not mention&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;perhaps if you leave your email then I might tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Well, I suppose people might think, &quot;This half-hearted-punk-who-barely-turned-legal wants to drink with us, adults?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Well, why not? I am legal in age and .... OMG Taio Cruz is going to be there. Isn&#39;t that enough to get everyone crazy? I love His songs and would participate in the event even if I was still&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt; underage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;P.s I am 18, legitly. 921005-XX-XXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Besides,&amp;nbsp; it would be an eye opener event for me since I rarely get an opportunity to listen to Malaysian&#39;s artists. Well, I wasn&#39;t interested in Malaysian artists before this; not untill I&#39;ve heard BUNKFACE&#39;s Through My Window. So with many local artists performing, I am sure I will love more Malaysian artists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would like to apologize for Ripping this. =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;They all look so mouth-watering. I want to &lt;s&gt; eat them &lt;/s&gt; listen to them perform. Besides, no sane person in this world would say no to a party right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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World&#39;s response,&quot;JYEEAAAAHHH!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Besides, there be lots of people there. Nuffies, fellow bloggers, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;hotties &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and every single people out there who wants to celebrate Arthur&#39;s Day as much as I want to. I would love to meet everyone there and make new friends, who knows I might get &lt;s&gt; lucky &lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp; free beer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Besides, Prema Yin looks pretty, I want to have a closer view.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; But most importantly, there are two important things in my life, and to have them both togethere is like a dream come true. Blogging and Beer. Well, blogging is an awesome past time, and till this day, although I got into lots of arguments with my parents, I will never regret the day I picked up blogging as a passion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Secondly, beer. Well, ask any blogger if they like beer or not, if they say they don&#39;t, well; give me their Authur&#39;s Day passes. LOL. Beer is a must have during non-Muslim events (not being racists); we have beers in weddings, open houses, house warmings and most importantly Aurthur&#39;s Day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Well, I am writting this full with hopes to attend this event, because it&#39;s been a year since I participated in any blogger&#39;s events and I would sincerely appreciate it, if I was given the chance to attend. My last awesome event was last year&#39;s Digi Buka Puasa with Nuffnang. How nostalgic as I reminiscized into the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;But, this time, if given the chance, I would love to reminiscize with beer and party. So, I have this to say before I end my post;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bring out the booze and let&#39;s party.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Have a nice day and please, with beer, party and Taio Cruz; can I have those passes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Signing off&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Your&#39;s truly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steven Boo Chuwen (Certified 18 yo)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/4919350946722508444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/4919350946722508444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/4919350946722508444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/4919350946722508444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2011/09/black-is-back-with-arthurs-day-2011.html' title='Black is Back with Arthur’s Day 2011'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-571699686012539832</id><published>2011-05-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T07:30:51.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Hiatus</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been a while since I last updated. And by a while, I mean it literally, probably it&#39;s an understatement...&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, It certainly is an understatement. From a post a day, it declined to somewhat nil. I guessed I&#39;ve lost the hang of it. And by coming out of my hiatus, it might give whatever readers I have left an idea that I might have gotten the hang of it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe, just maybe. Before I talk about myself again, let me enlighten my gossip hunger readers about my experiences for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;
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At college, a new operator arrived and, eventually, I&#39;ve gotten myself another kai yeh. Well, don&#39;t think negative okay? I am a polite chap with humility and these are the essential virtues needed if you&#39;re aiming to get a kai yeh or a kai ma.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;P.s I do not go round looking for kai yeh or kai ma to rip off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, we had a friendly conversation and through that conversation; seriously no offense but I do believe that the younger generations are a bit impolite, low in humility and most definitely demanding.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, not all, but quite a number are freaking&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;wait for it..... Yes.... freaking &lt;b&gt;DEMANDING&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The food served by the operator is quite cheap considering the rental charged by the &lt;s&gt;blood&lt;/s&gt; money-sucking college. And yet, students were being demanding.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, go on arguing&lt;b&gt; I deserve every penny spent on the purchased food. &lt;/b&gt;Yes, that&#39;s your right as a consumer. But things went overboard (from my point of view) when the operator told me he was scolded by a student for giving that low life the undesirable part of the bread in Gardenia loaves, the skin.&lt;br /&gt;
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That student demanded for another set of toast bread and refused to eat the perfectly fine one, just because it is the one with skin. Well, I have just this to say to that student, that undesirable part you wasted, can feed a family in Africa. People are starving because of famine but you just wasted food just because you think it&#39;s not nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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What about me?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I used to be picky too. I grumbled and fussed when mom gave me the skin piece. Thank God she sent me to loads of camp, where I was mindset to eat anything served without complain or else starve and they literally let you starve, okay...okay... I do grumble a bit sometimes, heck I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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Admit it, you all do the same too right, once a while~~ You know, when mom&amp;nbsp; cooked something you totally dislike, in my case, it&#39;s most definitely mushroom and chicken feet. Can&#39;t stand the mushroom smell and most definitely can&#39;t swallow the chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, once a while, I humor mom by literally swallowing the whole chicken leg, choking myself to near death and finally relieving myself with gallons of water.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I guess that&#39;s all for this agenda and before I close it, here&#39;s a phrase which might close this agenda nicely.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beggars can&#39;t be choosy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Unless your dad&#39;s super rich and pampers you like crazy, just eat and be thankful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;You just don&#39;t know how lucky you are to have 3 square meals a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Now, let&#39;s continue, I have loads more to rant about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of Bus and Passengers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pardon me for not using illustrations but I do believe pictures are worth a thousand words, how about a thousand words then? Wouldn&#39;t it bring more meaning? Well, perhaps we might be able to debate on that on another Blogger&#39;s Gathering as soon as I finish my exams and if I am still considered a blogger by Nuffnangers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I comute to college by bus to and fro. I am a tolerant person but sometimes you just can&#39;t tolerate every single crap thrown at you, can you? I know I can&#39;t. If I could, I would be Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Bus drivers who dreamt of street racing but never had the chance.&lt;/b&gt; I assure you, if roller coasters just can&#39;t do it, try the bus. You will be jerking forward and backward and to the driver, it&#39;s none of his business because he is sitting comfortably on his chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;P.s&lt;b&gt; Insurance agents can make a living here in the bus. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Bus that offers shower facility, literally. &lt;/b&gt;There are times when the rain is pouring and I got on the bus, thinking that the bus would be clear of the moisture. Oh what a shock I had when the bus was worse than the rain itself. Okay, I might be exaggerating, but still shouldn&#39;t bus operators get it fixed? Why are we paying them so much for such louzy treatment? In Singapore, &lt;b&gt;50 cents&lt;/b&gt; last the whole day. Well, we used to have&lt;br /&gt;
RM 2 for a day until they abolished it and they dare increase ticket prices with such louzy services? What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Bus feeling like a sardin can, perhaps an understatement.&lt;/b&gt; I often fall asleep &lt;b&gt;standing &lt;/b&gt;in the bus. Yes, I sleep while standing and why is that so? Previous Milo advertisement portrays guys in sumo outfits trying to stuff themselves into a car. Well, that&#39;s what I felt on the bus. It was so packed that I could &lt;b&gt;sleep&lt;/b&gt; while standing and the best part is, I don&#39;t have to hold onto anything, people were like a clump of jelly, swaying front and back but never falling down. I am sure if they could stack passengers like domino bricks, they would most definitely consider doing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Horrible bus schedules. &lt;/b&gt;It is annoying and disturbing when frequent bus users like me, realized that a few bus heading towards one destination left the terminal together. This causes long waits upto an hour for the next batch of bus. I mean, what&#39;s the point of having 4 busses going to the same place and all&amp;nbsp; the bus are kinda empty. This causes the can Sardin situation. I wonder what were the management thinking?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now let me jump to passengers.&lt;br /&gt;
Top of my list is&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Gold miners.&lt;/b&gt; The worst of them all, I daresay. Seriously, I find it repulsive to be next to one. Once,a miner mines tirelessly for that &quot;gold&quot; and flicks it off just like that. I was flabbergasted and to top it off, the miner didn&#39;t even clean his hands. I freaked out and walked to the far end of the bus and got off as soon as I could. Perhaps personal hygiene never struck him or the others?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Elbowing Grandmas. &lt;/b&gt;This grannies, not all, are greedy. I offered an inch, but they wanted a yard so I gave them a foot (&lt;b&gt;kick&lt;/b&gt;). My lecturer taught me this idiom, cool right?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I offered an inch, You asked for a yard and now I give you a foot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What am I trying to say? Well, I pitied them so I often gave them some space. But some just took advantage of my nice-ness and decided to burrow their way in, &lt;b&gt;YES&lt;/b&gt; by elbowing me out. I got&amp;nbsp; kicked out of my spot by several grannies and finally it was time for the &lt;b&gt;foot&lt;/b&gt;. I held my stand firmly and when they pushed, don&#39;t blame me for being mean okay; I raised my arms holding onto the handles and let them smell my armpits Take that grannies, I am fighting back. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Perverts, gay pervert.&lt;/b&gt; I was sitting in a bus one day and in front of me was this hot girl. She was sleeping and well, she caught my eyes. Well, I am guy, natural okay. But the guy next to her is a pervert. He stared at her bossoms; tilted his head nearer to her to get a better view and to make matters worse he is wearing pink, and is in his late forties with a beer gut. He even spread his legs wide open and started touching his crotch. Even when the girl noticed that pervert and glared back at him, he still carried on. If only I had a gun....&lt;br /&gt;
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And that&#39;s the end of my louzy yet only way of transportation home til I can drive.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess that&#39;s all for now. Signing off&lt;br /&gt;
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Au revoir; till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Live life with no regrets&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/571699686012539832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/571699686012539832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/571699686012539832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/571699686012539832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from Hiatus'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-7551588336683354457</id><published>2010-12-15T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T05:16:51.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity</title><content type='html'>Sanity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something we take for granted and only treasured when gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can feel my sanity slipping away like this hourglass.&lt;br /&gt;
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Losing composure and inner peace, as my sanity slips away.&lt;br /&gt;
Recently, the pain is back and more severe. My head felt like it&#39;s going to blow. My heart is in pain, like a Myocardial Infarction&lt;br /&gt;
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Every morning, I wake up feeling like I didn&#39;t even sleep and it&#39;s causing me to lose my temper.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how long I can continue keeping my cool before blowing it all out.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am totally disturbed now, can&#39;t concentrated at all. Ending it here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signing off, while I still can.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/7551588336683354457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/7551588336683354457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/7551588336683354457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/7551588336683354457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/12/sanity.html' title='Sanity'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-3466615264940335234</id><published>2010-12-04T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T04:51:06.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightingale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A nightingale is a beautiful creature, yet it can also be used to describe us, humans. However, it does not describe our outer appearance.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean do you want to look like this?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I know it&#39;s lovely but we certainly don&#39;t look like that, now do we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt; We all want to look somewhat like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;A nightingale person, like me can be considered different from the rest of the world. Nightingales becomes active at night as in we work during the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But not everyone can be one because it is indeed straining on ones mind and body. Although we stay up all night, we can&#39;t sleep during the day like it&#39;s night can we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Of course not. There&#39;s college, work or etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Hence, I would like to introduce you to the word, Sleep Debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sleep Debt might be a foreign term to you but to my friends and I it is quite common actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;We would strive through the week like a zombie but repay our sleep debt during the weekends. Any spare time that is available, during journeys, intervals between classes or meal times would be used for a quick snooze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Of course, we can&#39;t do it alone. We also require our best friend&#39;s help, Coffee. By now, concentrated Black Coffee is nothing and I can fall asleep after drinking it. At first, simple coffee would suffice but the dosage increases as we take it frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mean life&#39;s too short to waste on sleep. I know it sounds wrong, and sometimes I wish I would break this life style and get some sleep. Especially when I showered at 6 am and walked back to my cozy bed room and feel like collapsing on my bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;However, it&#39;s not possible. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Life is just too short for sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Signing off~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sleep well non-nightingales and to nightingales, let the part begin =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Guys were stereotyped by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tikkoss.com/&quot;&gt;Tikkoss&lt;/a&gt; to be ham sap.&lt;br /&gt;
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Definition of ham sap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be sexually aroused by the sigh of the opposite sex which results in flirting and&amp;nbsp; cheesy pick up lines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or we can simplify it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ham Sap = Tikkoss&lt;br /&gt;
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P.s Not all guys are Ham Sap, I am not though. I am pure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Definition of Pure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be free of impurities, of any foreign materials which is not considered normal in a system.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or we can simplify it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pure ≠ Tikkoss&lt;br /&gt;
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Pure = Me&lt;br /&gt;
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P.s All guys were born pure though most were corrupted by Tikkoss.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quoted from Tikkoss.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot; I represent mankind....&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alright I&#39;ve joked enough about Tikkoss.&lt;br /&gt;
No hard feelings right? It&#39;s free publicity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vincephilosophy.com/&quot;&gt;Vince&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://jarjarbingz.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Xing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This two seriously got on my nerves on Monday. Both had tickets for the Social Network and were having dinner in Mid Valley when they thought of hitting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Vince&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey, Steve, come to Mid Valley and join us for dinner? Xing wants you here. She will drive you home. =D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Xing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Yeah, I will drive you home, where do you stay?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Vince&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;After we have our dinner? We go for movie; no ticket for you. You go play pool. =D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And for your information, they called me at 1930 and it would take me half an hour to get there. After that, dinner for half an hour. After dinner, they will go for movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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They expected me to travel there for half an hour to accompany them for half an hour? =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;
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I Cook.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most guys and girls would probably stare with their jaws hanging. What?&lt;br /&gt;
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Steven cooks? Wait he can cook?&amp;nbsp; @.@&lt;br /&gt;
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I like to cook, can cook and loves to cook.&lt;br /&gt;
But I am worried, people might think I am weird for having such a strange passion.&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister, a girl, ironically hates cooking.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been cooking since I was standard 4. It was a cook or starve situation. So, cooking was necessary for survival (melodramatic =D)&lt;br /&gt;
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My passion for cooking grew when I saw dad cooked and I aimed to be a better cook than him. Over time, I did and my whole family wanted me to cook for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I am a choosy cook, I like to cook things I have interest only.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spaghetti, pancakes, and dishes for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also love to bake.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am weird, aren&#39;t I (as a guy who likes to cook?)&lt;br /&gt;
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P.s About Tikkoss, those were the past, according to him. =D&lt;br /&gt;
Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are my new dream &lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/7438961512216692317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/7438961512216692317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/7438961512216692317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/7438961512216692317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/11/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-6174215299732886153</id><published>2010-11-16T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:39:05.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Past</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been through lots of pain. Cried to myself in my room with the lights out. Cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been cheated, hurt by others, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;
Until today, all of them are bearable.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a dream but for my family&#39;s sake, I decided to give it up. I have an awesome believe but I can&#39;t express it to them; instead I hide it in my heart. I crushed my own passion for my parents interests.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did almost everything they wanted in my 18 years of existence as a human being. Even during my birthdays, I rejected gifts. I hated my birthdays because of painful memories as I argued with my parents on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
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My request was to go for a sleep over but denied in my face. I didn&#39;t ask for a Lamborghini or an i Phone or a DSLR. Nevertheless, it did taught me a valuable lesson, I have to obey their demands; why? It&#39;s for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I went for breakfast with them, when we were eating, I felt like I was having breakfast with total strangers. I was feeling cold inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know, every time my parents argued, my heart felt like it&#39;s crushed. When I was younger, I used to cry in my room every time they fought. I kept blaming myself even though I kinda knew it wasn&#39;t my fault until one day, mom fought with dad and when she saw me, she said it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instantly I was thrown into a whole new level of depression.&lt;br /&gt;
There are days when I had a rough day, and I return home to have them both arguing. I would walk myself to my room and reminisce about my past when it was better.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you asked me to reminisce about a sweet memory between my family and I, I seriously can&#39;t remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was 4, I knew dad was home by hearing him only. I seldom get to see dad, or all I could see was his car leaving the house. When I went to school, I would hear about my friends&#39; fun time with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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All I had was my Indonesian maid who took care of me. She loved me like a son. Mom often said she was buying my heart and that she was faking her love to protect her job.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was perplexed. She protected me, used her own money to treat me, and did everything she could for me. Things weren&#39;t that bad when she was around, I had someone I could talk to, interact with. Since mom&#39;s usually busy marking books or writing her reports.&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister treated me like a nobody. She never liked me back then, and was sort of ashamed of my existence. When I was younger, I was proud of my sister. She was a prefect and the only one who was offered the position of head prefect, but she rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dreamed that one day I would be just like her. However, I was flabbergasted as a child when she denied my existence in front of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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I greeted her and proudly introduced her as my sister to my friends but she did one thing, which broke my heart. She promptly told her friends, I don&#39;t know this boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember getting scolded by mom frequently because of her. Mom asked both of us to do chores but she was lazy, and I cried for her help because the laundry was heavy but she will not help me (after our maid left).&lt;br /&gt;
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After that, I vowed never to ask for her help ever again.&lt;br /&gt;
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My family ties with other relatives got separated (paternal side) and it hurts to know about it. Sometimes, when visiting relatives, they would ask why didn&#39;t we join my uncle&#39;s family? Dad would said he didn&#39;t know about them coming down to visit and I would be sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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I missed both my paternal aunts; now ignoring my family.&lt;br /&gt;
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My maternal side, I really loved my younger uncles. The rest, it&#39;s not that I want to hate them. I do love them. However, they frequently looked down upon my family&#39;s financial status and often bragged as they offered to buy me stuff. I would politely smile and decline.&lt;br /&gt;
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My maternal aunt, now got into a fight with my maternal grandparents and now, they are avoiding each other. During moon cake festival, they stayed at home although all the families returned for the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;
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I missed those days when all the families gathered for Chinese New Year or Moon Cake Festival. However, now, it looked like a distant past; growing hazier and blur in my mind as I am starting to forget about those good old days.&lt;br /&gt;
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My paternal grandparents. Never met my grandmom but I am sure I would love to see her if I could, even if it was for one day. My granddad was the most awesome person I&#39;ve ever met.&lt;br /&gt;
The floats he made each time I visited him was awesome and I could never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I was immature, I didn&#39;t treasure him. I didn&#39;t speak to him much. I only wanted his floats and money (he was a very generous and loved me with all his heart).&lt;br /&gt;
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There are times, I wished God would take me away and let me meet up with my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps after death, would I be able to find peace in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing could change my past. But given the chance, I want to live those moments once more. To know what it feels to be alive and loved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Au revoir.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/6174215299732886153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/6174215299732886153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6174215299732886153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6174215299732886153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-past.html' title='My Past'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-3721741445261317984</id><published>2010-11-16T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T04:10:55.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Today, I wasn&#39;t feeling any better from usual. I was still depressed. In my mind, I was haunted by my past, troubled by my current problems and worrying about my future.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing that I could seek comfort from was from my novel as it won&#39;t hurt me nor lie to me. However, it&#39;s not the same as a trustworthy person.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://xandralee.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Alexandra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was there to comfort me, well sort of. She offered me help and I refused initially. I mean, I am so not worth her time and effort. However, she insisted and I finally relented.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to college like usual (I thought I could) but I felt numb seeing my friends. I thought I could disclose my problems to them but I am in doubt now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized people who listened to my problems often get hurt or break up from gangs and I can&#39;t bear to see my gang break up. I faked a smile and pretended to be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;
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After lunch, I went to MBS and she should have seen the look on her face. Alexandra was like OMGosh.&lt;br /&gt;
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We chat together and somehow I felt that she might have this impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said she loved it when I smiled but to fake a smile in front of her was something that I couldn&#39;t do. I can&#39;t cheat her by simply smiling. When one smiles, it comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Like this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;A smile should come from within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;After she left the LRT, I was contemplating with myself. Which personality should I choose and stick with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt the Emo side of me battling with the cheerful side of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mind was in turmoil, my sanity was on the line. I couldn&#39;t decide.&lt;br /&gt;
In the end, it was chosen and I couldn&#39;t do anything else but to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just couldn&#39;t bear to let my cheerful but annoying self going round anymore. He only brought trouble to everyone around him and I&#39;ve decided to lock him deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;
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And decided to free the Emo me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, he is free to roam in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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At least, the Emo me won&#39;t annoy people but behaves himself. The Emo me studies and won&#39;t be distracted easily. He is the perfect candidate to face the examination because with Emo comes along Insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;
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It would be perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I told you that I would change for the better, well at least try. But I did warn you, that I might (most probably) fail.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sorry, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is just so painful. I tried hard to hold everything in me and not lose my temper or dissatisfaction. But no matter how hard I try; I still failed.&lt;br /&gt;
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It felt like a stab to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s just too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, if you look hard enough, you can see a tear streaming down my face. Normally I would notice but these days, I won&#39;t notice until I snap out of my daze.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is tormenting. &amp;nbsp;To those whom I trusted wrongly, Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.glogster.com/media/2/3/28/85/3288543.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://www.glogster.com/media/2/3/28/85/3288543.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But it doesn&#39;t matter. Why? Because...&lt;br /&gt;
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No one would bother about some nobody like me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am nobody with one purpose, to bring joy to others and only others at the cost of my own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Au revoir~~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/3721741445261317984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/3721741445261317984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/3721741445261317984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/3721741445261317984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/11/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9IWDXuJLgRMIjhk45GBgORUWe8iux2KeTJAof7AXAkIQiP0U_Zj9KBP2Xni41YcVeT3IlN_MgyGhKUYOj9IwPKMIgCCnE0xmsDhmEWyX35KRhC3mWk6aRhgG5KwOT_sjl2dVT_wSS7YM/s72-c/pon_and_zi7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-1507632167802669128</id><published>2010-11-14T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:28:32.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Absence of Joy</title><content type='html'>The sorrow of a thousand men&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d bear them all with ease.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the thought of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;
Shatters my heart with ease.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been through so much but nothing can be compared to this pain that I am experiencing now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Why do my tears shed for you?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cravingtech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/image/2008-February/ponandzi_teddy.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://www.cravingtech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/image/2008-February/ponandzi_teddy.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Teddies don&#39;t hug back the way you do. But at least they do not hurt me like you did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;But I never blamed you, because it&#39;s all my fault. I chose this path and there&#39;s no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://xxponandzixx.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/fa2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://xxponandzixx.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/fa2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;291&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I hope to end everything with my disappearance from our life. It&#39;s the second time but the first scar hasn&#39;t healed properly and then came the second.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I haven&#39;t been able to sleep for days. The pain is killing me. Every minute of my life is about you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Insomnia has returned and I don&#39;t know how long will I be able to withstand it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2812904735_90070c5ec2.jpg?v=0&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2812904735_90070c5ec2.jpg?v=0&quot; width=&quot;297&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My heart ached from the thought of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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But that will never happen, right?&lt;br /&gt;
I am nothing compared to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t see any point in living anymore without you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
The pain is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10400000/pon-and-zi-pon-and-zi-azuzephre-cartoons-10450437-800-600.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10400000/pon-and-zi-pon-and-zi-azuzephre-cartoons-10450437-800-600.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I often said that you helped me and now it&#39;s my turn to help you. However, now I realized I need you more than ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DTl2CegZoD8/hqdefault.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DTl2CegZoD8/hqdefault.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I remembered every single thing you said as best as I could.&lt;br /&gt;
They are all carved onto my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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But let me stress again, it&#39;s not HER fault.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I chose this path.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.glogster.com/media/2/2/93/64/2936402.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;251&quot; src=&quot;http://www.glogster.com/media/2/2/93/64/2936402.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t like you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I love you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I need you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I won&#39;t cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I&#39;d die for you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Signing off</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/1507632167802669128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/1507632167802669128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/1507632167802669128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/1507632167802669128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/11/absence-of-joy.html' title='The Absence of Joy'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3PGb0SLEO4hJCkTSISxLUT02qz6MbrlOghvLLPGzWaYuoPnvhp9WXZQtxPl8nYK6pNFinjYDyurfdYYHAhYKxsXVdAmN05IFztD1j14vGy5WKl25-Q1KIPgQM9CIbMXHLf4IghRDovk/s72-c/pon_and_zi3%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-7600926738684312392</id><published>2010-11-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T06:05:57.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolation</title><content type='html'>I thought this would be it.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought this was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought that I could soar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
I was never there.&lt;br /&gt;
I realized that I was never meant to fly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Analogy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am but a mere human trying to fly, but in the end, I plunged to my death just like Icarus who flew too close to the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Mere mortals were never meant to fly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me, why is life so painful?&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I should put life aside and wander watch it drift pass quickly?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I went out today.&lt;br /&gt;
I am sure everyone thought I was fine. Perhaps for a brief moment there, I too was convinced that I could be fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps only by death, will I find peace.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am seriously exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t bear to continue this journey anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
I just couldn&#39;t help it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Goodbyes are painful but I haven&#39;t got any other options left.&lt;br /&gt;
I am bounded to isolation in a dark chamber.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I can never leave this place without bringing pain to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am what I am and that&#39;s being Emo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Live with it or be drowned in It.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.s My heart belonged to you, if you don&#39;t mind it being shattered to bits.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/7600926738684312392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/7600926738684312392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/7600926738684312392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/7600926738684312392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/11/desolation.html' title='Desolation'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbFO_hY4dq4qOO3FYhCb6kSQJUsfcs-kxOyOEf5FS24Cgz8vG7jaV_T2Q-Nxaq6D029fZxkcR-vSCAC4Ht3f9f-2o8NzCS7FmJjPGEAy4o8PsI_EonwGaYEBL6r_PWKsvxkiZ7Ro2JbluH/s72-c/emo-angel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-5569481877113520593</id><published>2010-11-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:30:11.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps The Last.</title><content type='html'>I have been on hiatus for ages already. It&#39;s been forever since I last blogged or hanged out at Innit. I feel happy being able to blog but this joy will only last for today only and perhaps next year, if I have not given up blogging will I be able to experience the same joy again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After today, I will feel sad because I won&#39;t be able to do my favorite thing anymore which is to blog and chat with Innit buddies. However, I have learned something very valuable from the past few days, which is to rejoice in the suffering that I have to face and trust that one person who will love me and take care of me and that person is none other then God, himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I realized that Dota had hooked me away from God when I was an addict and after confessing my sins, God gave me strength to break free from my addiction. Now, it&#39;s been months since I last touched Dota and I seriously rejoiced in the Lord for saving me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, there&#39;s one more thing I must give up, or at least reduce it from addiction to hobby to prevent myself from drifting further from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, all these is insignificant stuff. True joy does not come from materialistic possession but from the peace of heart. All I ever wanted was to be able to proudly declare myself as a Christian, nevertheless I haven&#39;t got the courage nor the wisdom to disclose my secret to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let me briefly share my feelings here, I have envy and jealousy towards others, which is a sin. However, I do not envy them for materialistic possession but for their family who accepted Christ as their savior.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I remembered attending Church alone every Sunday. All I wanted was being able to attend Church with my family members. Besides that, my friend&#39;s family were always there with them when during celebrations but I have not been able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please forgive me for my jealousy and ranting but it&#39;s so painful leading a secret life, forsaking God by denying him while dishonoring my parents by cheating them. Do you know how it feels knowing that you are safe yourself but your parents aren&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I seek refuge in the Lord but my parents don&#39;t. Now, I am terribly worried about their future.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One thing for sure, God is Good and one day their hearts will be soften and they will turn to the Lord to seek refuge.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will end this with a lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I know you&#39;re somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;
I want you back&lt;br /&gt;
I want you back&lt;br /&gt;
My neighbors think&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m crazy&lt;br /&gt;
But they don&#39;t understand&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re all I have&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re all I have&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At night when the stars&lt;br /&gt;
light up my room&lt;br /&gt;
I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;
Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;
In hopes you&#39;re on&lt;br /&gt;
the other side&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;
Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;
who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m feeling like I&#39;m famous&lt;br /&gt;
The talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;
They say&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve gone mad&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve gone mad&lt;br /&gt;
But they don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
what I know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cause when the&lt;br /&gt;
sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;
someone&#39;s talking back&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.elyricsworld.com/talking_to_the_moon_lyrics_bruno_mars.html&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;re talking back&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At night when the stars&lt;br /&gt;
light up my room&lt;br /&gt;
I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;
Try to get to You&lt;br /&gt;
In hopes you&#39;re on&lt;br /&gt;
the other side&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;
Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;
who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you ever hear me calling?&lt;br /&gt;
Cause every night &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;
Still trying to get to you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In hopes you&#39;re on&lt;br /&gt;
the other side&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to me too&lt;br /&gt;
Or am I a fool&lt;br /&gt;
who sits alone&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to the moon&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know you&#39;re somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today I went back to my former secondary school for lunch since my friends wanted to have lunch with me to celebrate my status change; being legal now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I went back, Eric asked me earlier about my personal life and he asked me whether I was with my girl friend (now Ex), and I told him we were through a few months&amp;nbsp; ago.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He called me a Play Boy, although I think I am not one.&lt;br /&gt;
Before I can say anything else he asked me whether I have found a new girl friend or not and I said I haven&#39;t which he doubted at first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I thought about these it made me sad, as nostalgic memories/feelings came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
After Eric left, Alexandra and I were chatting in the canteen and I showed her a parody which is G@y but funny; here&#39;s the&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGBA-q7zG6E&quot;&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After watching that funny, yet a bit vulgar video, she asked me whether I had this song Talking To The Moon which I don&#39;t at that point. At first I thought it was going to be like the Billionaire song, pop song but it turned out to be a ballad instead (I think) which suits my emo personality.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It describes what I am going through and how I feel for that person right now. Oh well, it&#39;s impossible because I am so fuggly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signing off</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/6180324126791740572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/6180324126791740572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6180324126791740572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6180324126791740572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/10/talking-to-moon-bruno-mars.html' title='Talking To The Moon (Bruno Mars)'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-2399976821724643870</id><published>2010-10-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:28:37.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Legal Now</title><content type='html'>Some how I feel depressed today. I seriously hate this day even though it&#39;s supposed to be a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;
If you don&#39;t get it, go read my profile and thou shall understand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I see sincerity in some but still there are those who certainly lacked sincerity; to my utter disappointment. Perhaps today is the single day that I can get mad at people and get away with it.If you still don&#39;t get it, seriously, read my profile again; with spectacles or a magnifying glass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never liked this day of every year because some how, disappointment follows and grows as I grew older. I really appreciated &lt;a href=&quot;http://babebaboon.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Henry Tan&lt;/a&gt;&#39;s generosity; asking me to so many events but unfortunately I can&#39;t attend them all temporarily due to unfortunate circumstances. When I am clear of those troubles, you bet I will attend them all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This &lt;a href=&quot;http://babymiloxoxo9.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Aunt&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;remembered and I totally appreciated her sincerity; so did &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vincephilosophy.com/&quot;&gt;Vince&lt;/a&gt;; by the way, you owe me booze as mentioned earlier through the phone. The most touching yet was an sms by my Singaporean friend/brother, Victor Lee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now that I am freaking legal, bring out the booze and babes as I drunk myself in them. I love my friends and all though I dislike this day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nostalgic memories of the past; haunts me til today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signing off &quot;legally&quot; now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/2399976821724643870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/2399976821724643870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/2399976821724643870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/2399976821724643870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-legal-now.html' title='I Am Legal Now'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-3072931815325778858</id><published>2010-10-02T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:30:28.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>I went to 7-11 to get change since shops weren&#39;t open that early. After scrutinizing for a while I&#39;ve decided to buy Extra MINTS&amp;nbsp; Professional (Wild Berries Flavor).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qK-r8Yf_i6tNWH5AoevMR7kHg48qROtHX9dHllAlYku9DtlV4VRpVxRXPTiUcx4cFHc0mwHneeDvopo4zmS8okbS6J9trpuM8Gs3tMFTG1A9-Pm5BrZgecqNxVx6VpoTzwRc0l8YIaaN/s400/DSC00262.JPG&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tastes good.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I opened the cover and popped 3 into my mouth and sucked on them til they dissolved. When they dissolved, I popped a few more into my mouth about 5-10 minutes after the first 3 dissolved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;This pattern continued as I kept popping them into my mouth with delight. Everything seemed fine till I saw what the fine print on the container said when I was flipping it around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As mentioned it is the fine prints.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Written there was;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;MADE IN CHINA FOR THE WRIGLEY COMPANY PTY., LTD. AT MICHIGAN AVE., ASQUITH, NSW 2077, AUSTRALIA AND FOR THE WRIGLEY CO. (NZ) LTD., 45 BANKS RD, AUCKLAND 1134, NEW ZEALAND. CONTAINS PHENYLALANINE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; EXCESS CONSUMPTION MAY HAVE A LAXATIVE EFFECT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It would seem perfectly normal. Actually it is perfectly normal and is quite boring for you all to read under normal circumstances, I mean who reads this stuff any way &lt;b&gt;BUT &lt;/b&gt;in my case it is different because as you can see, I had already pop about 15-20 of those into my mouth and combined with the last line;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXCESS CONSUMPTION MAY HAVE A LAXATIVE EFFECT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was flabbergasted. Shouldn&#39;t the company print this warning a little bigger?&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, I really had to go to the toilet. If only I had read it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;
P.S Everyone should read these fine prints or you might get a random and unexpected surprise like that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.p.S Laxative is something you take if you have constipation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.p.p.S I wasn&#39;t having constipation so the effect was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am feeling unrest now. So many things whizzing through my mind. Nevertheless, stress is upon me and gaining momentum as I tire out easily these days. Even after taking long naps (of 4-5 hours) I can still sleep all the way till the next morning and still feel tired the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Besides, my white hair has grown in number. I really need someone to talk to but I am afraid. Normally people whom I confide my secrets to often get hurt by me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I do wonder whether I made the right choice or not. However, it is already done and I can&#39;t change it no matter how hard I try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I really missed those days where things were simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Signing off, listening to this song; reminds me of the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/4089419800524717401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/4089419800524717401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/4089419800524717401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/4089419800524717401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/10/unrest.html' title='Unrest'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-6633412510728572841</id><published>2010-10-01T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T04:55:11.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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I always looked from a side at friends who owned an iPhone from Maxis but I strongly believed that Digi would reward Digi Users one day. From the picture, the drought is about to end as rain is coming.&lt;br /&gt;
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Digi is here to offer us (me) a chance to win an iPhone 4. If I were to win the iPhone 4, I will remain indebted to Digi for giving me a chance to shine.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was once an Ugly Duckling isolated by others (Maxis iPhone Users)&lt;br /&gt;
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I can emerge as a Swan, thanks to Digi.&lt;br /&gt;
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I loved all Digi events and Nuffnang events. Given the chance I will attend all of them. Here&#39;s one that I woill never forget.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, if I were to win, I would show pests who support other Telco that Digi is the Best. Simply, &lt;b&gt;the smarter choice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Support Digi or you are considered a &lt;b&gt;PEST&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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With this video, all other Telco users should switch to Digi. Why?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always the Smarter Choice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is it,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;May God bless you all and I really hope to win and show other Telco users that Digi is the smartest choice I&#39;ve made.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember when I first subscribed to Digi&#39;s Friends and Family and it was a sweet deal as I get discount for certain numbers that I added into that category.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things got sweeter when I changed to Super SMS where I get to sms to Digi Users for free for the rest of the day after spending RM1.00. Back then, I was a SMS-holic and sent hundreds of SMS in one day. Hence, it was a dream come true when I learned and used this package.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I am using Super Friends and Family which I find amazing because it allows me to add 2 non Digi numbers. What more could I ask for? Calling is now affordable and cheaper. As a pre-adult, I tend to have long conversations with the opposite gender and sometimes we ended up talking about an hour but with Super Friends and Family, it is worth while.&lt;br /&gt;
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This seriously happened to me and I owed it all to Digi, the lovable choice. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, upon reading Digi iPhone 4 plans, I find it practically flawless and tempting. It&#39;s a sweet deal because it offers up to 1000 minutes of talk time which is definitely suitable for me since I practically talk to my friends at least half an hour a day through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a blogger, MMS would certainly come in handy as I frequent events like Digi Berbuka Puasa. With the superb deal up to 60 MMS, I would be able to share with my friends my experience in an instance. What a wonderful deal for me as it is worth it and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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My favorite feature would be the Internet which offers up to 5GB of usage . As a blogger, I will find it useful as I keep myself alert on more Digi offers through the web and Blogging events or perhaps joint event by Nuffnang and Digi. As an additional bonus, there will be no extra charges if we use over the monthly quota. How awesome is that? This means we can get unlimited Internet Surfing time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Lastly, for the voice call, MMS and SMS deal, it is to all local networks and at an awesome rate. That is awesome as now I don&#39;t have to worry about which ever numbers I plan to call to since the charge rate is the same; one word, &lt;b&gt;Cheap&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/48YJW_EikJI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/48YJW_EikJI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Digi, Brightening my days always. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Rushing off now. Got to get myself a Digi iPhone 4 Plan right this instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/9072467240438736042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/9072467240438736042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/9072467240438736042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/9072467240438736042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-real.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Real'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-9160757656090382531</id><published>2010-09-25T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T03:57:01.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Play</title><content type='html'>When I speak about iPhone 4, I think of the thousands of Apps that attracted my attention. So many Apps but so little time. There are many apps for many different purposes but my favorite of them all is&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://a1.phobos.apple.com/us/r1000/047/Purple/c9/08/74/mzl.lnrzlwjg.320x480-75.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It is Tap-licious because I can spend hours playing the amazing App and never get bored of it. It certainly is a great way to kill time while waiting in the bus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The first time I saw this game, I certainly judged a book by it&#39;s cover. My friend offered me a chance to tried it out but I simply refused his offer, stating that it was too simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;One day, I was bored and we were waiting in the canteen for the next class. He offered again and due to boredom, I tried it out and before I knew it, I was in love with the game. I kept playing until I forgot to return his iPhone to him to him; much to his annoyance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My Favorite Band, Maroon 5 =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXggDkAFOA6YE1SJybyw6hWzhsPGMgJ-cgqIMDOitGYinaG-LHUOPyg_DtLkMzEgiT07n3_1Mf2fhWNJMPW8rugWvvIzmcrIzbLVKA7vOf0zKr5CyZF6aR1NnQz1uGqIbljdNdwc6vTJ1n/s1600/mzl.tvdkyfgb.320x480-75.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Besides, featuring awesome bands, &lt;b&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3&lt;/b&gt; also have a feature that I love most which is 2 Player Mode.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/i9-p0tBqLmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/i9-p0tBqLmk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;My first time playing this App was with a girl when she sat beside me with puppy eyes wanting a chance to play. So I passed the iPhone to her but she declined my offer because she feared that I would be bored instead and that wouldn&#39;t be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I was touched by her kindness so I stopped my attempt to beat my friend&#39;s high score and luckily for us there was a 2 player mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So I opened the 2 player mode and played with her. It was a fun moment and we had lots of fun. Until now, I would never forget that moment especially when she cheated to win against me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;If I were to win an iPhone 4 from Digi, I would definitely play &lt;b&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3 &lt;/b&gt;with her all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Besides, this App contain many songs in it and it is a never ending onslaught of new songs. &lt;b&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3 &lt;/b&gt;features new songs each week. It is because if this feature that I never get bored of it as new challenges arise waiting for me to dominate it (though I am not an expert, &lt;b&gt;YET&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For those who don&#39;t know what &lt;b&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3 &lt;/b&gt;is, it is a rhythm based game some what similar to &lt;a href=&quot;http://hub.guitarhero.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guitar Heroes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href=&quot;http://hub.guitarhero.com/games/bh&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band Heroes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Even though, I love both the Apps, but I don&#39;t think a majority number of Offices would allow their staffs to play them in the office, though I recalled seeing one particular office allowing their staffs to play it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQfNjSgEd8a7LCZh9sM_n1aiPsGgCs05OFm4RrWThIsPo9-SCQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ELUdhYm6HtwEFwracVuMy5xQJgw=&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;299&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Heritage House&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQfNjSgEd8a7LCZh9sM_n1aiPsGgCs05OFm4RrWThIsPo9-SCQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ELUdhYm6HtwEFwracVuMy5xQJgw=&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The office is situated in this building. People might wonder what office would have &lt;b&gt;Band Heroes&lt;/b&gt; and allow their staff to play it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Well, it&#39;s this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRXQtFdtu83OoXUmCpE2UzJ6WNVIT42HiGYMHge7ikjSXl_ypM&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ToNx8_LTyadaruSPuGK3I9fb2Kg=&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It rhymes with Luff Nang. I wonder which one. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It is the fun and orange-licious office, Nuffnang office in Heritage House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/4608205367_92edfa9767_o.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Stole this Picture. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/4608205367_92edfa9767_o.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It is an awesome game but it&#39;s not portable. No offense =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;However, &lt;b&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3 &lt;/b&gt;is a portable version and the game play is by tapping instead. This way, I can play my favorite game with my favorite songs during class, work (if the boss is not around) and while I am in a boring lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Yes, Convenience and Portable is another reason why I love this game. Besides, you can pretend to be serious at work on your iPhone but you&#39;re actually having a blast playing this game. Since you play it by tapping, it would appear that you&#39;re typing on your iPhone (in my case, iPhone 4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please keep this as a secret because I don&#39;t want potential employers to misjudged me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Alright, I go to go Tap Tap now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Have a Tap-licious day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, after suffering for so long, a Knight in shinning armor emerged; his name was Digi, seeing us (me) suffered like that, he could not bear to watched this injustice and revealed the solution to my problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_gtrack.php?click&amp;amp;gid=10211&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;go to DiGi iPhone4&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;415&quot; src=&quot;http://www.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang%20Badges_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;418&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Digi, gave me the opportunity to own an iPhone 4. People might say that I want to win an iPhone 4 just to brag about it like my friend. But that&#39;s not my intention.&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason I want an iPhone 4 is because there are two things in this world that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Digi, for providing me excellent coverage for almost a decade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Nuffnang, for allowing me to join events and making new friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was a dream come true when Digi offered an iPhone 4 through Nuffnang. If I were to get the iPhone 4, I would get to video call through Digi and blog about further Digi events and other stuffs&lt;br /&gt;
(certainly not Maxis, Celcom, or U mobile) organized through Nuffnang.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_gtrack.php?click&amp;amp;gid=10212&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;go to DiGi iPhone4&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;417&quot; src=&quot;http://www.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang%20Badges_2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;420&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Again why do I want a Digi iPhone 4? Because it is a gift from Digi if I were to get it. I would get to point back at other Telco users (Maxis, Celcom, U-Mobile) and shout out loud to them&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take That, Did Your Telco Provider Offer An iPhone 4 Like Mine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;No? Well too bad. Digi is forever the smarter choice. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and it is definitely the smarter choice, same as the choices I made several years back when I first chose Digi, when I went against my family and stuck on to Digi when all of them changed to Maxis and all this is because I am a Digi Follower and nothing can change that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, it&#39;s my turn to follow Digi as we both follow each other. Spread the Digi Love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now most people would say how much they want an iPhone 4 because of it&#39;s new functions but it&#39;s too cliche and I am sure Nuffnanger, Fresh would be bored reading thousands of blog post about it&#39;s functions when it is easily available through the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way, this is a shout out to Nuffies.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi Fresh, Rachel, Justina, Pinkie, Rob, Timothy and&amp;nbsp; all of the Nuffies. Thanks for the wonderful time. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I would say that I want a Digi iPhone 4 because Digi is forever reliable and surely their iPhone 4 must be reliable as well. One word.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A combination of Digi and iPhone is surely to work wonders. Therefore I must have it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_gtrack.php?click&amp;amp;gid=10214&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;go to DiGi iPhone4&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;207&quot; src=&quot;http://www.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang%20Badges_4.jpg&quot; width=&quot;708&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of my friends with iPhones who went camping with me have no coverage when we are in the jungle. But I seriously believe that it would be different for me. Why? Take a look for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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With Digi and an iPhone 4 it will seriously be an awesome experience. It will be a shout out to them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change to Digi, it follows you everywhere literally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before I sign off. I have one more thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_gtrack.php?click&amp;amp;gid=10215&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;go to DiGi iPhone4&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;207&quot; src=&quot;http://www.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang%20Badges_5.jpg&quot; width=&quot;711&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace and Have a Digi-rific day. Nuff with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bye</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/5325354868505278243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/5325354868505278243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/5325354868505278243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/5325354868505278243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-me.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Me'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-6317968937560896307</id><published>2010-09-22T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:52:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir</title><content type='html'>As the title clearly states, Au Revoir; it means good bye and til we meet again. Yes. I mean it literally. To all my blog readers, &lt;a href=&quot;http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;kyoray05&lt;/a&gt; is no longer capable of maintaining his life in a state of order.&lt;br /&gt;
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Due to circumstances, Steven will no longer be updating posts,blog-walking,joining events, and be a butler/friend or someone to chat with Innit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is also forbidden from using &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/kyoray05&quot;&gt;his Twitter&lt;/a&gt; anymore and his &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:kyoray08@hotmail.com&quot;&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; as well. Nothing can be done as this decision is finalized. He is forbidden from messenger as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, I would like to say good bye and till we meet again, for now Au Revoir and may God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signing off till who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;
P/s Boss, don&#39;t forget me please, Simon thanks for your support, Ronnie thanks old buddy and Vince for being there like every time.&amp;nbsp; Yuh Jiun. stop growling and everyone else (sorry time is running short) take care.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/6317968937560896307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/6317968937560896307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6317968937560896307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6317968937560896307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/09/au-revoir.html' title='Au Revoir'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014017213386085320.post-6865893972919808376</id><published>2010-09-19T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:08:58.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother from Mars and Sister from Venus</title><content type='html'>My sister and I practically never get along. Since, I was a toddler itself, I gave a scar to my sister when I threw a toy at her face.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know but somehow I just cannot get along with her. My childhood was rather bleak from what I could recall. I remembered the times she lied to me, broke her promises, and ignored my pleas as I cried when I was in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;
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People might say that I am making this up because it is impossible to have such a sister. People would be sure&amp;nbsp; that as she grew older she would have matured and changed for the better. That maybe true and perhaps I have prejudice against her but before any of us could seize the chance, she left for hostel in Malacca. It was during those years that whatever strings that were holding us as siblings snapped and was lost.&lt;br /&gt;
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She left when I was in standard 6 and everyday I would return home to an empty house. I would have to prepare my own lunch or starve. The whole house would be empty and I was alone til late in the evenings when mom and dad returned. Most of the days, we would have take away for dinner, mostly economic rice or chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt the emptiness at first but I was not badly affected by it til one day, when I was home alone, and it was raining heavily. The electricity got cut off and I was in the dark and was helpless. I sat in a corner in my room contemplating how would my life turn out if she didn&#39;t leave for hostel.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that, this thought kept flashing in my mind and finally I decided never to rely on my family. I would try my best to avoid receiving any help from them. I ended up picking up cooking as a hobby when it started out as a necessity to survive. I never regretted choosing to be independent because I really dislike troubling my parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to depend on my father for supper but later on, I became the one who cooked breakfast and supper for my family. I remembered waking up early to prepare sandwiches for mom, dad and myself.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d prepare a meal for my parents or willingly give them mine and cook another for myself because I know no matter how much I compensate it would never be enough to compensate for everything they have given me.&lt;br /&gt;
However, I stood on my principle that I should not give my sister because she taught me a valuable lesson that I would never forget.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is no free lunch in this world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In my opinion, since she is 4 years older than me, she should be able to provide for herself instead of relying on me. I cooked for her a few times initially because mom kept giving sister her own portion. So, I&#39;d cooked extra portions; against my principles to ensure mom gets enough. Luckily, now mom don&#39;t give her since she knew how strongly I dislike her giving my sister food like that. Readers might say, Steven you jerk, how could you man? Well, let me tell you then, I&#39;d never asked food from her, not even a single bite because I don&#39;t believe in free lunches in this world and it was her who embedded this principle in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides this, my family and friends describe me as a very hak hei person. I don&#39;t know how to translate it, but allow me to describe it. When my family or friends offer me stuff, I would decline and try my best not to accept it. Again, I would stress again, I dislike taking favor from anyone but I don&#39;t mind doing favors for anyone except for my sister. Why? Cause I remembered her rejecting my requests even when I cried.&lt;br /&gt;
I remembered last time, mom asked us to chores, but my sister was lazy. I asked her to help me move the load of laundry but she refused to help me. I ended up injuring myself when I tried to carry the load of laundry. It was from that time, my dislike for her grew.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand, my sister will not think twice before she take stuff given to her. Yes, family or friends gifts or favors can be taken as long as they are not strangers. She is like a complete opposite of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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We haven&#39;t spoken to each other properly for years, I&#39;d say 5 years and counting. I am not sure how long would this silence last but I don&#39;t think I can let go of all my sorrow and move on.&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister seldom go out with friends while I am the complete opposite. I go out at least once a week but she goes out like once in every few months. But I am not complaining because if she decides to tag along with me I would seriously reject her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know hating someone is only hurting myself but somehow I felt that this is the only path for me. I&#39;d planned to migrate to somewhere far after my studies, perhaps somewhere far from my sister because I don&#39;t know how much further would my disliking for her grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Signing off&lt;br /&gt;
Path of an Emo blogger &amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/feeds/6865893972919808376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2014017213386085320/6865893972919808376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6865893972919808376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014017213386085320/posts/default/6865893972919808376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofsteven.blogspot.com/2010/09/brother-from-mars-and-sister-from-venus.html' title='Brother from Mars and Sister from Venus'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13448157015478548295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmOt5tZJGULLUrl2h3uzr2IgYIZWfwDvMK4zsyfydiArrFu5lWSAMR6R-1o8ZzKjIZT6Aetmr1uJlQdXrSJpntPfSToK7iHf6wayMnEzfGhdkLBYE6UXqRx091TFRlQ/s220/37327_399865502599_784257599_4298562_8062458_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>