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I’m pretty much done with school (because I’ve graduated). Anyway I don’t think that I’ve spent much time in school because I always absence. Well, I categorized absence here into three different things:1- Skipping class, and sometimes school too.2- Daydreaming3- Taking a napAmong these, I like number 3 the most. I don’t really know why I like it. But I do know why I took a nap in almost </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/6900658524199187594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/04/napping-my-school-time.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/6900658524199187594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/6900658524199187594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/OD_CKPgiZnE/napping-my-school-time.html" title="Napping: My School Time" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y24SJo0tdsQ/SAULkwfbYVI/AAAAAAAAABw/_pzpgdBo4PM/s72-c/nap.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/04/napping-my-school-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ASHg8eSp7ImA9WxZUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-6322557042461142168</id><published>2008-04-03T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:44:09.671+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-03T02:44:09.671+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>How a TV ad influence me</title><summary>Credits for my friend, Murali who talks about “How are the stories around you influencing you?” in his blog, Lifetime Learning.     I just want to share just a minor (not major) story of one of the PETRONAS ads. All of PETRONAS ads have been known as touching and always meaningful by people in my country. And I’m going to talk about this particular one:     You can watch it for free at     THIS </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/6322557042461142168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-tv-ad-influence-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/6322557042461142168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/6322557042461142168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/zlhzEvjPWPs/how-tv-ad-influence-me.html" title="How a TV ad influence me" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-tv-ad-influence-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EER3c4fyp7ImA9WxRbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-1268348583379773715</id><published>2008-03-22T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:00:06.937+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-11T13:00:06.937+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Giving 100%</title><summary>When I found out that I was recruited to National Service, and I’m going to be sent across the South China Sea in order to report myself in one of the NS camps in Sarawak, I have two choices. I’m going or I’m not. Two tough choices I must say.     If I’m not going, then I’ll break the law. If I’m going, then I’ll spend over two months of my precious time just to do things as I’m told to? I mean </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/1268348583379773715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/03/giving-100.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1268348583379773715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1268348583379773715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/Ro6nwW48BVY/giving-100.html" title="Giving 100%" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y24SJo0tdsQ/R-T7L44sHeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aLMOZPjUiHk/s72-c/epaulette.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/03/giving-100.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4ESXY-cCp7ImA9WxZVEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-5015235918973461979</id><published>2008-03-19T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:05:08.858+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-22T19:05:08.858+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thought" /><title>Have a heart</title><summary> This is a community service message delivered by ME to anyone who cares…     Years ago, someone I love suffered from slipped disc. I have no intention to explain the disease in detail because it is a boring subject, but I’ll give you some idea.      A slipped disc is when the soft part of the disc (cartilage, which made up the vertebrae in our spinal cord) swells through the circle of connective</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/5015235918973461979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-heart.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/5015235918973461979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/5015235918973461979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/dtLC0D_lLZY/have-heart.html" title="Have a heart" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCQHYzfSp7ImA9WB9bFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-1746424201264023199</id><published>2007-12-26T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:34:21.885+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-26T00:34:21.885+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><title>Away Message</title><summary>I’m going to be away from the comfort of my house and the pleasure of internet until March next year. National Service, here I come!!!So, there will be no posts from me until next year. Sorry for any inconvenience. But, please stay tune. I do hope to have visitors when I came back.Happy New Year!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/1746424201264023199/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/away-message.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1746424201264023199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1746424201264023199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/mgI6oW_K4z0/away-message.html" title="Away Message" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/away-message.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDSXw4eCp7ImA9WB9bE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-4569080998226427392</id><published>2007-12-23T06:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:57:58.230+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-23T11:57:58.230+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><title>I Don't Wanna Grow Up</title><summary>There is this old photograph of me standing in front of our previous house in JB, which my parents absolutely adored. In this particular photo, I was holding a pink umbrella and holding one of my favorite cuddly toys. This cuddly toy previously belongs to my older sister. When she grew up (she’s 10 years older than me), she gave it to my other older sister (who is 5 years older than me). And by </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/4569080998226427392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/untitled.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/4569080998226427392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/4569080998226427392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/KJuij8cBgjk/untitled.html" title="I Don't Wanna Grow Up" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/untitled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IDR3g6cCp7ImA9WhZVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-2636824856971391637</id><published>2007-12-23T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:52:56.618+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T23:52:56.618+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Teacher and Student Relationship</title><summary>There is a unique ‘thing’ between the teacher, educator, tutor, governess, lecturer, guru, mentor- whatever their name is, with their student, pupil, learner, apprentice- whoever we called ourselves. There’s a saying that sounds like this: Don’t judge a book by its cover. But still, we can’t resist the fact that we all do that, don’t we?

When it comes to teachers, some of them can’t escape the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/2636824856971391637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/teacher-and-student-relationship.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/2636824856971391637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/2636824856971391637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/kyqG8xfOLFU/teacher-and-student-relationship.html" title="Teacher and Student Relationship" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/teacher-and-student-relationship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4BRnk4fSp7ImA9WB9bEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-36304014326814088</id><published>2007-12-21T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:49:17.735+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-21T21:49:17.735+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>A Call for Humanity</title><summary>About a year ago, I wrote this entry in my journal.DIFFICULT LESSONS IN LIFEThe title attracted me to read this inspiring story of Yvonne Fong, a neurofibromatosis (NF) patient. Instead of giving up and hoping for some miracle to happen, the 19-year old initiated various ways to raise funds needed for her to seek appropriate treatment in the United States.She started with raising awareness </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/36304014326814088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/call-for-humanity.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/36304014326814088?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/36304014326814088?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/AIFLdWfYGV8/call-for-humanity.html" title="A Call for Humanity" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/call-for-humanity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQn09eyp7ImA9WB9bEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-3943669812815486004</id><published>2007-12-19T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:37:43.363+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-19T02:37:43.363+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><title>crouching LIGER hidden TIGON</title><summary> While some people first came across the name of ligers through the 2004 released movie-- Napoleon Dynamite, I got my first exposure on this magnificent beast by watching a documentary. I’m not sure whether it was played on National Geography or Animal Planet or Discovery Channel (I love them all), I can’t really remember.Since I only got the chance to watch the last 10-minutes of the documentary</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/3943669812815486004/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/crouching-liger-hidden-tigon.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/3943669812815486004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/3943669812815486004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/4FXSuq0agWQ/crouching-liger-hidden-tigon.html" title="crouching LIGER hidden TIGON" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/crouching-liger-hidden-tigon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCQnw4eSp7ImA9WxJVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-3152696164387614073</id><published>2007-12-18T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:07:43.231+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T05:07:43.231+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><title>Why I chose boarding school</title><summary>In my very own house, we have certain policies that everyone should obey. These policies are not some sort of written laws, they are just some stuff that everyone just understand as something that we should do. And one of it is that everyone should get out of the house and study in any boarding school at the age of 16. Whatever that school may be, all we have to do is get ourselves a place in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/3152696164387614073/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-chose-boarding-school.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/3152696164387614073?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/3152696164387614073?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/wLcZaXP0j9o/why-i-chose-boarding-school.html" title="Why I chose boarding school" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-chose-boarding-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBR3wzcCp7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-2389977978940459267</id><published>2007-12-17T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:40:56.288+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:40:56.288+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sports" /><title>Why Play Chess?</title><summary>The game of chess is one of the most popular games around the world. I’m not going to talk about the history of where the game begins (which is quite useless, because no one really knows for sure). I’m not going to talk about the boring stuffs like the rules and how to play this magnificent game either. You can check it out at wikipedia or any other sites later on.Instead, what I’m trying to </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/2389977978940459267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-play-chess.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/2389977978940459267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/2389977978940459267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/WCU-_gYIfM8/why-play-chess.html" title="Why Play Chess?" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-play-chess.html</feedburner:origLink><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="enclosure" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~5/_JAwcm_lSMg/Chess" length="0" type="Wikipedia" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chess</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEESXk6fCp7ImA9WB9bEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-4904380297667323246</id><published>2007-12-01T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:56:48.714+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-21T23:56:48.714+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book" /><title>Shopaholic Series</title><summary>I’m not really into shopping, really. Yup, I’m a girl and I’m growing up, but still I didn’t have this urge to go shopping unless I really need to or if my parents happen to be asking me to buy something. I don’t know what I’ve missed out, maybe I’ll be lacking of crucial skills. I think that shopping requires a lot of skills, don’t you think so? You have to know the time of the year when sales </summary><link rel="related" href="http://www.randomhouse.com/bantamdell/kinsella/" title="Shopaholic Series" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/4904380297667323246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopaholic-series.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/4904380297667323246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/4904380297667323246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/zHpTrUh5f7g/shopaholic-series.html" title="Shopaholic Series" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopaholic-series.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIDRHo5eSp7ImA9WxRVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-7018608834953620191</id><published>2007-11-30T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:09:35.421+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-11T07:09:35.421+08:00</app:edited><title>because believing is beautiful</title><summary>I know that everyone can say that they believe in God, but to me, we believe in God by not just our words, but also our heart and our actions. Action speaks louder than word, right? Basically, there are 6 articles of belief in Islam - One God, prophets as messenger, holy books, angels, judgment day and fate. For me, believing in them can lead to a happy life. For example, when I believe in the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/7018608834953620191/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-believing-is-beautiful.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/7018608834953620191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/7018608834953620191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/SJKoMHEjQSc/because-believing-is-beautiful.html" title="because believing is beautiful" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-believing-is-beautiful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQns_fyp7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-5668100091534399768</id><published>2007-11-30T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:42:03.547+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:42:03.547+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><title>Global Warming</title><summary>Okay, now let’s try to talk about a more serious matter. I’m quite bored keep writing on just the same things all over again, so why not try something new. This time I would like to talk about global warming.I chose this topic simply because I am fully aware that this is not good at all. I mean, I’ve done some research on global warming a few months ago (for my EST class) and I don’t like what I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/5668100091534399768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/11/global-warming.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/5668100091534399768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/5668100091534399768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/M6EqGytgp4E/global-warming.html" title="Global Warming" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/11/global-warming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEHSH4-cSp7ImA9WB9bEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-8590067140871991317</id><published>2007-11-30T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:57:19.059+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-21T23:57:19.059+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><title>More Weird Facts About Me</title><summary>A friend of mine asked me to tell more about myself. I took quite a few months to reply the mail. This is weird. How can’t I write anything even though I love to write? I mean, the English Unit of my school asks the students to write journals and send them to teachers. And I’m the only one (I think) in my class who will write more than what we have been told to write. I’ll write anything about </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/8590067140871991317/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-weird-facts-about-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/8590067140871991317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/8590067140871991317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/OdICGwwJZ64/more-weird-facts-about-me.html" title="More Weird Facts About Me" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-weird-facts-about-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MARXczfip7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-1206579338752622559</id><published>2007-02-17T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:44:04.986+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:44:04.986+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thought" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Is this you?</title><summary>I’ll start this entry with a story about a girl I know who seems to be happy all the time, even though she always gets sick. She has some sort of problem with her immune system. The doctor confirmed that her body is lack of white blood cell. I will feel bad and not in the mood every time I get flu, I can’t understand why she is ok with that. I asked her what her secret is. She said that “When you</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/1206579338752622559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-you.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1206579338752622559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1206579338752622559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/IzdLoKDVlaI/is-this-you.html" title="Is this you?" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCRXg-cCp7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-105258498837482563</id><published>2006-12-09T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:44:24.658+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:44:24.658+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>... not GOOD ENOUGH!</title><summary>Imagine things like this in your life. First, you got a few A in the final exam. Maybe you think that it is not so bad. Let’s twist it a little bit by imagining you, in spite of those A; you also got D, in history!!!!!Or try this- you hang out with your friends. You know that your parents are not going to like it as your friends here, enjoy loitering in the malls, smoking, and generally do stupid</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/105258498837482563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-good-enough.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/105258498837482563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/105258498837482563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/XHVuewxGIZ8/not-good-enough.html" title="... not GOOD ENOUGH!" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-good-enough.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQEQHk7fyp7ImA9WxJVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-7382913684797401497</id><published>2006-12-04T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:08:21.707+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T05:08:21.707+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><title>Fear Factor, in school?</title><summary>Believe it or not, Fear Factor in school is fun, and exciting, and hilarious, and effective, and joyful, and….. Alright, alright, I’ll stop.Sorry if I bothered you. Ok, let me tell you how and what exactly is Fear Factor in school. My EST teacher assigned us to form 5 groups. Each group will have to do some kind of show-and-tell with one of these – cockroaches, worms, millipede, frog and spiders.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/7382913684797401497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/12/believe-it-or-not-fear-factor-in-school.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/7382913684797401497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/7382913684797401497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/ntSVEDkHlQg/believe-it-or-not-fear-factor-in-school.html" title="Fear Factor, in school?" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/12/believe-it-or-not-fear-factor-in-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMQ346eCp7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-3318824792080901892</id><published>2006-12-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:44:42.010+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:44:42.010+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Truth is bitter, NOT!</title><summary>Have you ever felt something weird enough that your brain is getting too much nerve and from the bottom of your heart, it feels so wrong? Wow, it’s a long question. Seriously, have you?Well, I had. And here is a story about ME! (Funny, I sounded like Kuzco). About 2 years ago, my teacher said something (as usual) in the assembly. And that time he was talking about the importance of early </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/3318824792080901892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/12/truth-is-bitter-not.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/3318824792080901892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/3318824792080901892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/6XaIe-2zxew/truth-is-bitter-not.html" title="Truth is bitter, NOT!" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/12/truth-is-bitter-not.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MEQH87fip7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-2797952505643396477</id><published>2006-11-30T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:43:21.106+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:43:21.106+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Hakuna Matata?</title><summary>Have you ever watch The Lion King 3: Hakuna Matata? If you had, remember what Rafiki told Timon? He said: “look beyond what you see”. Of course it is funny (and cute) that Timon took it literally. Anyway, I’m telling you this to make your brain there think and look around us, take a look beyond what you see.Now, what am I talking about? Let me make this easy for everyone. I believe that every </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/2797952505643396477/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-you-ever-watch-lion-king-3-hakuna.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/2797952505643396477?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/2797952505643396477?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/i4-Ol8GlKy4/have-you-ever-watch-lion-king-3-hakuna.html" title="Hakuna Matata?" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-you-ever-watch-lion-king-3-hakuna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQH0yfCp7ImA9WB9bE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-6799207767874527963</id><published>2006-11-30T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T04:35:51.394+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-23T04:35:51.394+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Change is good</title><summary>For those who have been reading my previous posts, I guess you know that I’m studying in a boarding school, right? I went miles away from my hometown, but I do get closer to my parents’ hometown though.Anyway, being away in a totally new environment and see a lot of new stuffs has changed me, and I really mean it. Well, not the entire me, I’m still the same kid but my perspective have changed. I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/6799207767874527963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/change-is-good.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/6799207767874527963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/6799207767874527963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/iZRa2xH7858/change-is-good.html" title="Change is good" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/change-is-good.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cESHg6fip7ImA9WB9bE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-524703069760909930</id><published>2006-11-29T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T04:23:29.616+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-23T04:23:29.616+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><title>weird facts about me...</title><summary>My behaviour... I've to admit that I do weird things. Well, everybody does, right? In my case, I love to talk to animals. Cats especially. I talk about my problems, feelings, thoughts, curiosity, desires and express myself to animals, any kind of animals. It can be a monkey, a horse, or maybe a cow. The reason is I don't really trust people, and sometimes they are not there to listen to me. So, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/524703069760909930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/weird-facts-about-me.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/524703069760909930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/524703069760909930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/DjF6c1qW0Bk/weird-facts-about-me.html" title="weird facts about me..." /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/weird-facts-about-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UNRX4-eCp7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-1540135749334145268</id><published>2006-11-27T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:41:34.050+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:41:34.050+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Feeling down?</title><summary>I clean the house today and guess what; I’ve found an old book of mine which contains all the pearls of wisdom I’ve ever heard. I thought it would be nice to share some of them with all of you. Who knows, it might lift up your spirit to live.If you didn’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything. –Aparajito Sen-Do what you can with what you have right where you are. –Henry Truman-Never </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/1540135749334145268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-down.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1540135749334145268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/1540135749334145268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/WhHlKYS_UOE/feeling-down.html" title="Feeling down?" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-down.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBQ3k9fCp7ImA9WB9UGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-4067622705553766632</id><published>2006-11-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:42:32.764+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-17T05:42:32.764+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><title>Bat?</title><summary>One day, I went back to hostel as usual after school is over. I went to pick up my towel which is hanging outside and I saw some of my friends were surrounding something. My curiosity brought me in the middle of them. My heart was like being struck by lightning to see a helpless, tiny bat in the drain. The drain is full of water because it’s raining in the morning. The bat even broke one of its </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/4067622705553766632/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/bat.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/4067622705553766632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/4067622705553766632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/SP0SKbNZU0I/bat.html" title="Bat?" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/bat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCRnkzfip7ImA9WBBXGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273229319280384583.post-5156950181667027178</id><published>2006-11-22T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:37:47.786+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-12-01T11:37:47.786+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thought" /><title>It’s meaningless if…</title><summary>William Shakespeare wrote Life’s Brief Candle for one of his famous play, Macbeth.Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/feeds/5156950181667027178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-meaningless-if.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/5156950181667027178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273229319280384583/posts/default/5156950181667027178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/llt/~3/MwtVXifDYPE/its-meaningless-if.html" title="It’s meaningless if…" /><author><name>Hikaru</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://idupmmgcamni.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-meaningless-if.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

