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It is as stated where my emotions meet words. =)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WhereEmotionsMeetWords" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="whereemotionsmeetwords" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">WhereEmotionsMeetWords</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-2749278336662426928</id><published>2010-01-24T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:15:14.262+08:00</updated><title type="text">Unfigured</title><content type="html">I just have no idea why I'm doing this. I've written almost 3 entries but I just can't seem to publish it and end up deleting it. It's like I caught on something great to write on, and after writing 2 paragraphs I end up thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nah, this feels wrong.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'll write something that can never go wrong, my life. How's life for .. me? Well I've made up my mind that if anyone answers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fine &lt;/span&gt;to that question I'll actually kick them. So life is pretty weird for me lately. This month of January has it's ups and downs. Some really great great times like youth service on the 17th was just incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's school, I guess school could be described as fine because that's the only suitable term that I find most accurate to. At least the class is more lively now with Joshua and Jeroni in it, and I still haven't thank God I don't have Fabian in my class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but have you ever had those days where you just seem to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt; in almost everything you did? I had quite a number of those days in this month which would explain the downs. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the thing I hate the most is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/S1xHwu1Qc3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7UZQHivEeys/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/S1xHwu1Qc3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7UZQHivEeys/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430294153232675698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-2749278336662426928?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/2749278336662426928/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=2749278336662426928" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2749278336662426928" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2749278336662426928" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2010/01/unfigured.html" title="Unfigured" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/S1xHwu1Qc3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/7UZQHivEeys/s72-c/lonely.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-2354178920037476481</id><published>2010-01-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:42:41.056+08:00</updated><title type="text">Indifferent</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna blog even though no one reads my dead blog anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say all this while I've been drifting on the waves of time without purpose nor a goal. I'm going where the flow takes me, and I'm tired of it. Every different year used to be the same year, the same old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm challenging myself to it differently this year. After doing a self analysis where there were questions like "What did you do this past few years that you're proud of?" I just can't seem to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that I.. helped a lady cross a road? No.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that I .. made someone new feel welcomed? No.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that I .. made someone feel appreciated and loved? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that I ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list beats Santa's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/S0xfOQwWdoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oJyiX8-Rjxs/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/S0xfOQwWdoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oJyiX8-Rjxs/s320/2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425816349695178370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, everyone makes resolutions for a new year.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of actually accomplishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for starters, I would like to say hi to every person that I know&lt;br /&gt;even though I'm not close to him/her with a big big smile.&lt;br /&gt;What about actually finishing up my homework and handing it in? :/&lt;br /&gt;What about being more active in youth and serving God more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stop being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indifferent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-2354178920037476481?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/2354178920037476481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=2354178920037476481" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2354178920037476481" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2354178920037476481" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2010/01/indifferent_12.html" title="Indifferent" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/S0xfOQwWdoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oJyiX8-Rjxs/s72-c/2010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-1290311339823135646</id><published>2009-12-08T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:51:46.095+08:00</updated><title type="text">Smile!</title><content type="html">What is it about smiles that just makes you stare a second longer? What is it about smiles that just makes you feel light-weighted and warm? What is it about smiles that just makes you..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sx5KBZF_mfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/B9WzBsoCEYs/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sx5KBZF_mfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/B9WzBsoCEYs/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412845189922265586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely not this kind of smile but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To think of those cliche lines like everyone is beautiful in their own way, and it's true! They're beautiful if you just look hard enough. I'm just getting plenty of smiles lately, and I just can't help but think about it and try to freeze that smile in my mind. Yes, they're smiles from girls because if it were from guys then it would be really ........... wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if YOU are feeling ugly or whatever you choose to call it, smile more! :) A smile cuts through a person's heart, or at least most of the time. (Unless you don't brush your teeth.) Smiling compliments your face, so smile more! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sx5LpXuVLWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KPSHdoZJmi8/s1600-h/Cute+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sx5LpXuVLWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KPSHdoZJmi8/s320/Cute+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412846976260975970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-1290311339823135646?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/1290311339823135646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=1290311339823135646" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/1290311339823135646" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/1290311339823135646" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html" title="Smile!" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sx5KBZF_mfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/B9WzBsoCEYs/s72-c/smile.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-5281174339525888916</id><published>2009-11-11T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:47:23.557+08:00</updated><title type="text">Annoying.</title><content type="html">What an annoying day, everything about it is so annoying. I'm getting lousy hands in poker, losing badly in a game, the internet connection is like shit, there's nothing fun to do, and certain people are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just so bitchy and they take advantage of how nice you are. Yes, unfortunately I'm a rather nice person who wouldn't tell you off straight away. And then it starts, out of the random blue insult which makes you "Where did that come from?". Immatured people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention certain people who just "changed their minds" and make you feel like strangling them. One moment they promise you something, and the next moment they give you some idiotic excuse that leads to a "I changed my mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-5281174339525888916?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/5281174339525888916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=5281174339525888916" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/5281174339525888916" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/5281174339525888916" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/11/annoying.html" title="Annoying." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-750565373785975139</id><published>2009-11-04T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:49:17.369+08:00</updated><title type="text">Old fun times</title><content type="html">I went to school yesterday to do the performance, I guessed it turned out .. at best, okay only. But I had lots of fun in the prefect room playing Boggle and carom with the form 4's. Hahaha, really good fun times which makes me reminisce about the times we had together back in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sad to say I only have one picture of me hanging out with them back two years ago. :( Hahaha, but it's pretty memorable. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SvGDkMmOQqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/tFn2ID3TYjc/s1600-h/Me,+Aifa,+Brynn..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SvGDkMmOQqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/tFn2ID3TYjc/s320/Me,+Aifa,+Brynn..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400242086074008226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Aifa and Brynn playing Bluff aka BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Manveer created a new game called Ice Hockey Carom, pretty fun but lethal considering the amount of times your fingers get whacked. :( Hahhaaha, never laughed as much as I did yesterday for a long long time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Boggle is pretty interesting by the way. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-750565373785975139?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/750565373785975139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=750565373785975139" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/750565373785975139" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/750565373785975139" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-fun-times.html" title="Old fun times" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SvGDkMmOQqI/AAAAAAAAAYI/tFn2ID3TYjc/s72-c/Me,+Aifa,+Brynn..jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-1370199142400914213</id><published>2009-10-27T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:50:35.774+08:00</updated><title type="text">A milestone view</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sub5998hPxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/APIhcxWhcjM/s1600-h/Scenery+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sub5998hPxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/APIhcxWhcjM/s320/Scenery+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397276046445854482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to school today after 2 weeks of absence, and I got dragged into another performance. I can't believe I'm already involved in something so fast. I foresee my holidays as a different one compared to my previous holidays. :p It's going to be beneficial and definitely not just lazing around at home.I'm actually going to start add maths soon actually, make hay while the sun shines. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just have this really big passion for writing music and "filmography" (if that's a word) lately. I'm beginning to find a lot of talented artists in Youtube like the JS, Kevin Lien, David Choi etc etc and I find them very inspiring. Definitely want to work on those stuff during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my list of things to do during the holidays? Let's see.. still stagnant! :p Can't help it though with this shitty internet connection. Everytime during the holidays, the connection becomes crap. So irritating. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah 1 more thing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY CHRISTY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-1370199142400914213?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/1370199142400914213/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=1370199142400914213" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/1370199142400914213" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/1370199142400914213" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/milestone-view.html" title="A milestone view" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sub5998hPxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/APIhcxWhcjM/s72-c/Scenery+4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-4411811435602217865</id><published>2009-10-25T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:45:47.317+08:00</updated><title type="text">Caught in the moment</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It takes a word to make a thought. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SuM8JTssjlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RprRyNdTZNM/s1600-h/Scenery+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SuM8JTssjlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RprRyNdTZNM/s320/Scenery+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396222909124218450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just giving short glances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all, what are my chances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If all I could do is stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like you would really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I take an inch closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too afraid I'll end up like a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you could just sense my nervousness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you would care nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I hide behind this facade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and put the poker face with my cards&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello people! No, I'm not being emotional, just writing about a situatio n in my head. :p Whether it applies to me that's up to you to find out. ;) Anyway short post for today. Just watched the movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pandorum&lt;/span&gt;" and will write my review about it tomorrow or later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-4411811435602217865?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/4411811435602217865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=4411811435602217865" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4411811435602217865" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4411811435602217865" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-takes-word-to-make-thought.html" title="Caught in the moment" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SuM8JTssjlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RprRyNdTZNM/s72-c/Scenery+3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-5037486942101628787</id><published>2009-10-23T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:21:27.693+08:00</updated><title type="text">Song writing.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SuGtyWU7YBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ae8_6Vrhdyw/s1600-h/Song+writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SuGtyWU7YBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ae8_6Vrhdyw/s320/Song+writing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395784909064986642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The headache with writing a song is the lyrics. It's so hard to write a song without dumping in meaningless lyrics. If you see all the famous bands like AAR, MCR and others, the music is good but the lyrics are nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry, you can do it. I know you can cause&lt;br /&gt;you have the talent. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks! Will continue to keep striving with your encouragement! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-5037486942101628787?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/5037486942101628787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=5037486942101628787" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/5037486942101628787" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/5037486942101628787" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-writing.html" title="Song writing." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SuGtyWU7YBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ae8_6Vrhdyw/s72-c/Song+writing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-7539228330737343254</id><published>2009-10-23T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:23:15.304+08:00</updated><title type="text">Double delight.</title><content type="html">These girls are amazing twins! They having amazing voices, the looks, the personality, they have the whole package! I really hope they become famous and make a CD album. Yes yes, I'm officially in love with them. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtXr0pIRSg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtXr0pIRSg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;0:06 Janice's grimace. So cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After how many years of surfing Youtube, this is the first time I actually subscribed to someone. Goes to show how good they are. Heh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the holidays are really killing me and my eyesight. I'll probably be wearing spectacles next year at the rate of how long I use the computer daily. Even the www is getting me bored already. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shopping list for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Photoshop disc.&lt;br /&gt;2) Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;3) Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;4) Basketball shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-7539228330737343254?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/7539228330737343254/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=7539228330737343254" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/7539228330737343254" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/7539228330737343254" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-delight.html" title="Double delight." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-4403579802296449942</id><published>2009-10-20T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:24:52.166+08:00</updated><title type="text">Articulated thoughts.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this the whole picture, or is this just the start?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way you love me? You're capturing my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I used to try and walk alone, but I began to grow,&lt;br /&gt;And when you tell me just to rest, I'm finally letting go.&lt;br /&gt;I let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Fireflight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for an operation tomorrow, and I hate needles. Wish I never got into this mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-4403579802296449942?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/4403579802296449942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=4403579802296449942" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4403579802296449942" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4403579802296449942" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/articulated-thoughts.html" title="Articulated thoughts." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-8518354853512308529</id><published>2009-10-19T20:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:14:13.041+08:00</updated><title type="text">Killing the holidays.</title><content type="html">Here's a list of what I'm planning to do: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Updated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt; Watch a movie. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Hang out with friends. (lunch etc.) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Play basketball. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Change my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get my teeth done. :P&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;Bang the drums and guitar! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn something new. (Audacity, Photoshop etc.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Plan our performances for next year's prefect functions.&lt;br /&gt;9. Write a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 down, 5 more to go. I just played basketball with Sam, Patrick, Andy, Ken Vun and others at USJ 11 court today. It was good though, except for the blisters. Hahaha, probably should play more at that court. 4/1 is getting too crowded. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are some of the pictures from the Sunway Pyramid outing that I promised. *Steals them from Jean Ann's blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdNHePacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JfSDr5DmoM0/s1600-h/LGIM0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdNHePacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JfSDr5DmoM0/s320/LGIM0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394288933608581570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch at Carls Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdQ3So-qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8F0xN5DkzvE/s1600-h/LGIM0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdQ3So-qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8F0xN5DkzvE/s320/LGIM0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394288997984434850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Li Kenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdUq2P47I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qk1NFfHzpL4/s1600-h/LGIM0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdUq2P47I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qk1NFfHzpL4/s320/LGIM0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289063363601330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie we watched. Not bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdYImZHaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lWa2vQZibtg/s1600-h/LGIM0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdYImZHaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lWa2vQZibtg/s320/LGIM0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289122889768354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha, don't think the wrong stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdbiczBqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ho0UTJPkONY/s1600-h/LGIM0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdbiczBqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Ho0UTJPkONY/s320/LGIM0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289181368452770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-8518354853512308529?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/8518354853512308529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=8518354853512308529" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/8518354853512308529" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/8518354853512308529" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-holidays.html" title="Killing the holidays." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StxdNHePacI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JfSDr5DmoM0/s72-c/LGIM0041.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-965069607004906771</id><published>2009-10-16T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:50:04.465+08:00</updated><title type="text">Fun times.</title><content type="html">I enjoyed myself today! ;D I actually did something with today instead of stoning in front of my computer watching Youtube. At least I don't feel so lifeless anymore. :P What did I do today? I went out with my buddies to Sunway, and it's the first time I went out with girls. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Stdk9kLKexI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nUluQOPHCPM/s1600-h/Sunway+Pyramid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Stdk9kLKexI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nUluQOPHCPM/s320/Sunway+Pyramid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392890087644756754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, we ate lunch, watched a movie, played pool, had a drink, and played at the arcade a bit. But I felt like, we went out with the girls but didn't hang out with them much. =/ I don't know, was stoning quite a bit in the afternoon. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only took a few pictures, will be posting it up soon I hope because Jean Ann is too lazy to give them to me. -_- Lazy woman. Anyway, the girls and Li Kenn went back home at 7 and we stayed back for dinner at Sunway. Had lots of fun having dinner with Ben's parents, and dinner was great by the way! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of what I'm planning to do: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Updated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt; Watch a movie. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Hang out with friends. (lunch etc.) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get my teeth done. :P&lt;br /&gt;6. Bang the drums and guitar!&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn something new. (Audacity, Photoshop etc.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Plan our performances for next year's prefect functions.&lt;br /&gt;9. Write a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken out working, because why work now when I'm going to be working for the rest of my life right? So 7 more to go, so far. ;) I have to have something beneficial done this holidays, if not I'm going to feel stupid and lifeless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StduufwxEHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Mk_hWaMELwY/s1600-h/Prefect+Dinner+Form+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StduufwxEHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Mk_hWaMELwY/s320/Prefect+Dinner+Form+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392900823878537330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another memory stone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-965069607004906771?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/965069607004906771/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=965069607004906771" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/965069607004906771" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/965069607004906771" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-times.html" title="Fun times." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Stdk9kLKexI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nUluQOPHCPM/s72-c/Sunway+Pyramid.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-3142027393822898729</id><published>2009-10-13T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:05:28.131+08:00</updated><title type="text">Back to the blogging world.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P M R   I S   O V E R ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StQx54gYJWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DdYMEnMpp2w/s1600-h/Laughing+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StQx54gYJWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DdYMEnMpp2w/s320/Laughing+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989524359816546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello whoever is reading this dead-over-3-months blog! ;D I've abandon this blog for such a long time because of my trials and my PMR examination. Today was the last day of PMR, and now it's freedom. But from what..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I mean if I was like studying my butt off the whole year and finally I don't have to study anymore, then maybe I would feel something. But the thing is, I only studied around a month before PMR. :D So yeah, today was a real anti-climax. :/ How did I do? I think I did okay, don't really want to say anything so that I won't have to eat my words when I get my results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of what I'm planning to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hang out with friends. (lunch etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get my teeth done. :P&lt;br /&gt;6. Work? (Still thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Bang the drums and guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just stoning because I don't know what to do. :/ Okay wanna go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-3142027393822898729?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/3142027393822898729/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=3142027393822898729" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/3142027393822898729" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/3142027393822898729" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-blogging-world.html" title="Back to the blogging world." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/StQx54gYJWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DdYMEnMpp2w/s72-c/Laughing+cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-2654313678454312780</id><published>2009-07-03T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:00:58.022+08:00</updated><title type="text">It's been a long while.</title><content type="html">Woke up at 6.45 am, and debated with myself whether I should go to school or not. I decided I didn't have much choice because the debate was today, and I need those merit marks! :( I only have 73 merit marks! Why? Because of the damn blazer, I keep forgetting to bring it on Mondays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I don't do my duty or I came late whatsoever. :( Anyway, had fun doing sambutan in school, amazingly. When I found out today's debate was postponed to Monday, I was quite annoyed. I was lacking sleep and I came to school only for the debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went back early and went to watch Transformers 2 with Daryl and the others. Dozed off twice in the movie, I was really sleepy okay. The cinema was quite empty, so I took up 3 seats and make myself comfortable! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went high on coke, seriously. Now I understand why Sharmaine gets high when she drinks coke. You just feel damn hyper and happy, somehow. I was laughing non stop for an hour or so at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;. It's been a long while since I laughed that hard. Wooo, it felt good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now by the way. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-2654313678454312780?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/2654313678454312780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=2654313678454312780" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2654313678454312780" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2654313678454312780" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-long-while.html" title="It's been a long while." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-3278192013608912408</id><published>2009-07-02T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:43:48.525+08:00</updated><title type="text">Worth it?</title><content type="html">I've recently taken part in a debate competition in my school. My team was me, Ben Sern, and Daryl. Why? Because the certificate was so compelling. If you win or lose, you still get the certificate. So, I thought that I should just join it, and lose the first round, and get the certificate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had any real experience debating before. So on the day I decided to just try out, it was my first time doing it, with no whatsoever clue on how to debate? D: Like the rules, the structure, the POI's and what not. To our surprise, we actually won the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we decided the next day that we wanted to lose, because we were becoming lazy to debate since our objective in participating was only for the certificate. But somehow, we still won, again. We really wanted to lose so that we could just go back to class and continue on with our studying because the debates took up almost the whole entire school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're now in the quarter finals, which is today. We really really really felt like just doing the debate half past six and get it over with. But somehow, our opponents were someone we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COULD NOT&lt;/span&gt; lose to. :( It's Danielle's team man, no way we're gonna lose. So, we gave it our best, and we won, again. It was a close one, and we thought we would lose this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow we'll be debating in the semis. From first round, to second round, to quarters, and now semis. Each round we wanted to lose. :( But please note this lah, we wanted to lose by giving all that we can. To lose sportingly, and not just do it half past six and let them win just like that. That wouldn't be very nice, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're the team who just learned how to debate 2 days ago, and reached the semis. The least we can get is 4th out of 32 teams which tried out. So I would say it's quite an achievement. :P We are against a school team this semi finals. If we win, I don't know what to say? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to brag on anything lah, just that it's really funny how we wanted to lose, and we get through everytime. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-3278192013608912408?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/3278192013608912408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=3278192013608912408" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/3278192013608912408" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/3278192013608912408" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/07/worth-it.html" title="Worth it?" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-4060982571357749665</id><published>2009-06-17T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:31:33.607+08:00</updated><title type="text">It's funny, really.</title><content type="html">I got back my exam results, and I didn't do so well. 2A's 3B's 1C. I got a C for my history. :( The paper was quite hard though, but no excuses, cause' I didn't study. Anyway, I roughly maintained my results, did better in some subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, why when I tell people I didn't do so well in my subjects, they wouldn't believe me. They just give me the "No way, that's impossible" look. D: It's either they think I'm smart, or my cheeky grin just confuses them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went for basketball at USJ 11, some LC *#*$(#()@*# came over to me and threatened to punch me. You know why? I was nicely sitting at the sidelines watching the game, and the ball was bouncing out of the courts, and he tried to be Superman and save the ball. But oh well, he's a retard, and retards don't fly. So he blamed me that I was blocking him from saving the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SjjhelN7nEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1aKP7VO5Fic/s1600-h/image_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SjjhelN7nEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1aKP7VO5Fic/s320/image_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348272473005333570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idiot thinks he's Hanamichi. After he collected the ball, had the guts to come in my face and say "You better move, or I'll punch your face." I gave him the "Oh really?" look, knew he didn't have the guts to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tempted to re-arrange his face. But I thank God I'm a good Christian and avoid fights as much as possible. -__- Stupid idiot was asking for the colours blue and black on his face. The next time he tries to act gansta boy with me, I'll be painting his face with those colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing pisses me off then people who talk the talk, but can't walk the walk. Talk like he's some genius in basketball, when he actually sucks. I meant if you're a pro then okay fine, talk all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I pray for patience, and not strength. For if You give me strength, he'll be dead by now. Amen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;Artist in the making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-4060982571357749665?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/4060982571357749665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=4060982571357749665" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4060982571357749665" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4060982571357749665" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-funny-really.html" title="It's funny, really." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SjjhelN7nEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1aKP7VO5Fic/s72-c/image_big.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-9102487648768771968</id><published>2009-06-14T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:20:48.376+08:00</updated><title type="text">Something I'm not.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SjPt5je1upI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iZJ5aRsybxw/s1600-h/Scenery+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SjPt5je1upI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iZJ5aRsybxw/s320/Scenery+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346878755651828370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my surroundings have molded me into a person I'm not. I've been introduced to this slow pain so much that I'm becoming numb to how much it's changing me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the type who thinks, and probably thinks too much. Too much of thinking, and very lacking on impulsive actions. Which makes me hold back, which makes me smaller, and reserved. Maybe it's my fault, I've limited my mind to what I can do, and what I can't. The 'Can't List' is growing longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why did I turn out this way? What happened? Is this really me, or is this something I've become? Was I always this way? The questions that's been pinching me at the back of my mind. The important question is, how did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings. I've let my surroundings break me, and mold me to something I'm not. It's time to unbound myself, to no longer be a captive of my own surroundings. It's time to break the chain, and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes more then a hammer to break that chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-9102487648768771968?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/9102487648768771968/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=9102487648768771968" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/9102487648768771968" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/9102487648768771968" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-im-not.html" title="Something I'm not." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SjPt5je1upI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iZJ5aRsybxw/s72-c/Scenery+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-7261818148367165109</id><published>2009-06-10T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:26:35.010+08:00</updated><title type="text">Church Camp 09</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's gonna be a very short post, all in all, very very the awesome! :) I got closer to a lot of the youths there, and I'm happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-7261818148367165109?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/7261818148367165109/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=7261818148367165109" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/7261818148367165109" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/7261818148367165109" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/06/church-camp-09.html" title="Church Camp 09" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-8078591272087683328</id><published>2009-06-04T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:38:52.190+08:00</updated><title type="text">Take me deeper.</title><content type="html">How has the holidays been for ya'll?!! It's been great for me, gaming 24/7! I've been so game deprived that I literally acted like I just got out of prison when I started playing computer games again! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enjoy this whole week, then next week start studying. :) I don't want to lose my momentum after studying so much for my exams. Oh yeah, haven't even started my history folio yet. I'm in really deep shit. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sie_PXl33yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oFy84XPYNaA/s1600-h/Roller+Coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sie_PXl33yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oFy84XPYNaA/s320/Roller+Coaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343449753650192162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going for my church camp in 2 days! Haven't packed anything at all yet. Anyway, from the picture above, I think you can roughly guess where my church camp is held. Well, if you have no idea where it's held, then I'll just tell you straight. -___- It's in Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Screw folios and studying, I don't want to think about them. :) It's the holidays, it's time to RELAX and ENJOYYYY! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SifAN2-3amI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YOFLTWqXd-4/s1600-h/Baby+relaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SifAN2-3amI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YOFLTWqXd-4/s320/Baby+relaxing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343450827228408418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just cut my hair. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-8078591272087683328?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/8078591272087683328/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=8078591272087683328" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/8078591272087683328" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/8078591272087683328" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-deeper.html" title="Take me deeper." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/Sie_PXl33yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oFy84XPYNaA/s72-c/Roller+Coaster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-6513652378336930470</id><published>2009-05-30T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:21:45.871+08:00</updated><title type="text">Lakers to the Finals!</title><content type="html">Yeah! Lakers taking the title this season 08-09! With Kobe leading them to infinity and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SiEjhaMW2II/AAAAAAAAAVo/piCxh8rVqIY/s1600-h/Kobe+Bryant+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SiEjhaMW2II/AAAAAAAAAVo/piCxh8rVqIY/s320/Kobe+Bryant+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341589689911924866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kobe Bryant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SiEjshfMsaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/p_RY0Qt49qc/s1600-h/Kobe+Bryant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SiEjshfMsaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/p_RY0Qt49qc/s320/Kobe+Bryant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341589880848560546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No.24 doing his thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO'S GOING TO WIN THE&lt;br /&gt;FINALS THIS YEAR?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SiEkj0S_qAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-e78BzDG1Ss/s1600-h/Lakers+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SiEkj0S_qAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-e78BzDG1Ss/s320/Lakers+team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341590830790453250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;K&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;Lakers 08-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-6513652378336930470?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/6513652378336930470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=6513652378336930470" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/6513652378336930470" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/6513652378336930470" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/05/lakers-to-finals.html" title="Lakers to the Finals!" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/SiEjhaMW2II/AAAAAAAAAVo/piCxh8rVqIY/s72-c/Kobe+Bryant+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-5749058356342177131</id><published>2009-05-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:14:52.305+08:00</updated><title type="text">I'm still not alright. :(</title><content type="html">Hahaha, what am I crapping about? I'm perfectly fine! Only if you knew what I meant by I'm not alright. :P Anyway, exams are indirectly over, just not official yet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you have got to watch this, really good stuff. I'm not appreciating the video cause I'm gay or anything. Just to clarify. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAqvpek6K3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAqvpek6K3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't bouncin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-5749058356342177131?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/5749058356342177131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=5749058356342177131" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/5749058356342177131" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/5749058356342177131" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-not-alright.html" title="I'm still not alright. :(" /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-3943397468382482023</id><published>2009-05-26T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:20:05.338+08:00</updated><title type="text">Time flies slowly on purpose.</title><content type="html">History paper killed me today. Altogether including the questions I didn't know at all, and those that I weren't sure is 22 questions. So that's like 33 marks gone, GONE. :( Ah, whatever laaa. I'm not the kiasu type so don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhBvp0y1dCg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhBvp0y1dCg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart, Your home.&lt;br /&gt;Just one of those songs to get me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny thing, my monitor is working pretty fine now. I hope it stays that way, or maybe not. I'm not complaining if my dad wants to buy me a new one. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope it rains today! Was hoping it would rain yesterday, but it looks gloomy today. So people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;START SINGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-3943397468382482023?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/3943397468382482023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=3943397468382482023" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/3943397468382482023" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/3943397468382482023" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/05/history-paper-killed-me-today.html" title="Time flies slowly on purpose." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-6231475360717377740</id><published>2009-05-25T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:16:54.759+08:00</updated><title type="text">In just 3 days.</title><content type="html">Exams will be over in 3 more days. Then it's time to partyyy! :P But I'm actually rather scared of the holidays. :( I think I'll keep on studying through out the whole holidays. Because knowing me, 1 week break after exams is 1 month break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the last March exam, I said 1 week break and I'll continue studying, but what happen? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/ShpAMsybp4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/OIC13A62gn0/s1600-h/Computer+addict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/ShpAMsybp4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/OIC13A62gn0/s320/Computer+addict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339650895126439810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me, using the computer 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have history and geography tests left. The two main courses that I've to swallow down. Well, lets see how well am I going to do in this exam? I'll just say I'm going to maintain my results, and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everyone's life, there comes a time where.. one has to make a decision. It's a phase, where everyone has to go through, and I've come to that point..... I just can't stand it any longer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE TO FREAKING CUT MY HAIR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because the weather is so hot, I can't take it anymore. :( It's time to cut my hair. Hahaha, did you think it was something serious? :P Heh heh. Let's see, what hairstyle should I cut? Hmm... got a few ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/ShpFpJfC4NI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Nmk0pMibmbc/s1600-h/william+hung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/ShpFpJfC4NI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Nmk0pMibmbc/s320/william+hung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339656881424228562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;Dorky Geeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-6231475360717377740?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/6231475360717377740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=6231475360717377740" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/6231475360717377740" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/6231475360717377740" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-just-3-days.html" title="In just 3 days." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SedW3exy6pE/ShpAMsybp4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/OIC13A62gn0/s72-c/Computer+addict.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-4469415159034025858</id><published>2009-05-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:49:55.398+08:00</updated><title type="text">All bubbly inside.</title><content type="html">Hello, I know it's been 2 weeks since I last updated. So I'm updating now. ;) My life has been rather interesting lately. Playing more basketball than I thought I would be. I just love putting that ball in the hoop so much. I can feel that I'm really improving a great deal on my jump shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shots, I've been practicing this move which I've always seen the all famous Kobe Bryant do. 2 jab steps and pull up for the shot. I decided to try out the move which I've been practicing on Ron, and it worked beautifully. The fakes worked, and I made the 3pt. Okay okay, show off whatever. It just felt really good, and I'm all pumped up about it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are up next week. I've been busy trying to catch up on my studies after all the MSSD stuff. Straight up, I can say I'm not going to score in this mid terms, but maybe just sustain or deteriorate a bit. 5 days more to exam, just going to try my best and focus on PMR itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all this folios are really annoying. It really just interrupts your study schedule. Meh, haven't started on my Sej folio yet, don't know when I'm going to start actually. Just "crossing my fingers" on that. I just bought this whole bunch of workbooks which I'm going to do. Planning not to study so much, but do more of the exercises since it's too late for me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not a short update whatever laa. I just feel so happy today, I think it's great knowing that people miss you. It's like a confidence booster. ;D I just feel all right round bubbly inside. Okay, goodnight or I would be late to school again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;Awww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-4469415159034025858?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/4469415159034025858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=4469415159034025858" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4469415159034025858" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/4469415159034025858" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-bubbly-inside.html" title="All bubbly inside." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378012310035150129.post-2837445799231935545</id><published>2009-04-30T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:40:07.276+08:00</updated><title type="text">Waiting for the world to fall.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's up with the title????? Haha, it's actually a soundtrack which I've been listening to for years from the Chronicles of Narnia movie. I just pondered upon the lyrics recently, and realized it has a really really deep meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for the world to fall - Jars of Clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm afraid it's been too long trying to find the reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I let my world close in around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a smaller patch of fading sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now I've grown beyond the walls to where I've never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's still winter in my wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm waiting for the world to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm waiting for the scenes to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm waiting till the colours come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm waiting to let my world come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes and try to see the world unbroken underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farther off and already it might just make the life I lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A little more than make-believe now my skies are painted blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And the clouds don't ever change the way of who I am to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I catch the light of falling stars my view is changing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My view is changing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The parts in bold are the sentences which I really love, so deep man! Anyway, it's been a week of vampiah mode for me. Everyone's been noticing my shockingly red eyes. Sometimes I wish life has an answer book which you can just go and check the answers when you don't know what to do. But hey, what is life then if it's just an answer book? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so glad and happy that I finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAND IN&lt;/span&gt; my KH folio. It's been a weight and burden on my shoulders, because I couldn't find the time to actually hand in the folio. I've been so busy in sports, that I skipped so many classes. I'm trying to recover from the damage sports has inflicted on my studies. :( Hopefully in time for PMR. Better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I finally found a media player which doesn't require you to install the bloody codec I've been searching all over the net for. WOHOOO. Now I can watch any movie I like, and I watched Twilight again. D: Naw, just kidding. Go go VCL media player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I burned my finger while helping Daryl to 'pateri' his electronical stuff. I was flipping screaming my head off in silence of course. I went to buy some ice from the canteen an Aifa thought I was being a bad prefect buying drinks when it's not my recess. D: She went like "WeiBeng!! tsk tsk tsk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much to talk about, I know. :( I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiBeng.&lt;br /&gt;A smaller patch of fading sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378012310035150129-2837445799231935545?l=tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/feeds/2837445799231935545/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378012310035150129&amp;postID=2837445799231935545" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2837445799231935545" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378012310035150129/posts/default/2837445799231935545" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tambahlemakpls.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-for-world-to-fall.html" title="Waiting for the world to fall." /><author><name>WeiBeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292891287814831598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03426224805817757388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
