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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCRX8-eip7ImA9WhRaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:44:24.152+08:00</updated><title>LL's Pages</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</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/LlsPages" /><feedburner:info uri="llspages" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcDSHY8eCp7ImA9WxFVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-151808660911672569</id><published>2010-06-11T05:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T05:41:19.870+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-11T05:41:19.870+08:00</app:edited><title>Flashback</title><content type="html">It has been about half a year since that very night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this period of half a year, I believe that a lot of things had changed. People, things, relationships, matters, and everything on earth, perhaps feelings too had changed completely. However, for me myself, nothing much had changed. Just my status had changed, my age, my thoughts, the people from my surrounding, and whatever which had changed, I can't recall that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think all over, there's a thing which can be said as one of the most important things for me has changed. I won't tell out what that thing is on purpose. However, for now, that important thing is not with me. That thing is no longer be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, If, If time can be turned back to that very night, my decision which I've decided won't be the same. I'll choose not to make that move. The move is the cause. Just a single move that makes me regret till this moment. Frankly, &lt;strong&gt;I MISS&lt;/strong&gt; that thing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If second chance is given to me, I'll appreciate that chance. This sentence is usually said by those who upset and regret. Till this moment to those who read this post, I suppose that you are still confused about the important thing which I keep mention and mention. But do you wonder that I use the word "the thing" to express instead of "it"? Because the important thing which I mean can't be expressed by the word "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, when you've something such as friends, family members and lovers, please, please, please appreciate them while they still be with you. Don't wait till they leave you only you feel regret beacuse..... it's all too late.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, all my typings can be expressed in this song. Enjoy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dmJQ569nmWE/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dmJQ569nmWE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/dmJQ569nmWE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-151808660911672569?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/151808660911672569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=151808660911672569" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/151808660911672569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/151808660911672569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/Zvve5iv8en0/flashback.html" title="Flashback" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2010/06/flashback.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBQ3s_eCp7ImA9WxNTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-7147026526870177614</id><published>2009-08-18T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:59:12.540+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T00:59:12.540+08:00</app:edited><title>Suffering</title><content type="html">"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Is Suffering&lt;/span&gt;" shall be my opening of this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know, life is suffering. For other religions, I'm not sure but for Buddhist, we believe that life is suffering. Do you know why new born babies usually cry when they are born? It's because they know that they are here to this world to suffer and their sufferings has just begun. This is what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last update. Why should be your question. I were sick for the last 2 weeks. Last 2 weeks, I had a fever and cough. As we know, the case of H1N1  is getting more serious, I went to consult doctor at once. Luckily, the doctor said that my fever is just a minor one and I cough because of phlegm in one side of my lungs which I've forgotten which side which the doctor told me. It's not the cause of H1N1 virus because, the virus will cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high fever and unphlegm cough&lt;/span&gt;(cough not because of phlegm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very ill and very weak because for 3 days I didn't eat rice. I just ate porridge everyday. I got no energy at all and extremely tired because on that day just before my fever, I went for sport practice after school. I were moodless and quite weak on that day in school and then I still run 400 meters at the sport practice. When I were got a fever........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day is Friday and I took a day off at home. What I did at that time is just lying down on my bed. I can't even and felt hard to get up from my bed. Every time I got up from my bed to take some food and medicines, I have to push myself hard to get up. Get up from my bed can said that is a hard task for me at that time. Haha! I were very weak and I felt very suffer at that time. I can do nothing at that time. I felt like I'm like a dead body. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No spirit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no mood&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no energy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of sufferings, I got well and used a week to fully recover myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sickness&lt;/span&gt; is one types of sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I advice everyone to drink more water and due the H1N1, take good care of your personal hygiene and consult doctor immediately if you find that you are not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD BLESS US ALL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-7147026526870177614?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7147026526870177614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=7147026526870177614" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7147026526870177614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7147026526870177614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/mc5qeAlSI8M/suffering.html" title="Suffering" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/08/suffering.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGRXY8eSp7ImA9WxJaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-8664467377617082370</id><published>2009-08-04T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:00:24.871+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T00:00:24.871+08:00</app:edited><title>Is Coupling Something To Be Proud Of?</title><content type="html">Teenagers nowadays are eager to have a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;". You know what type of relationship I mean? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couple&lt;/span&gt;. A boyfriend and girlfriend relationship. Zzzzzzzzzz..... One question keep appearing in my mind lately. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do true love still exists?&lt;/span&gt; And if really still exist, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can it be prolonged?&lt;/span&gt; I still can't find any answer for that. Zzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One incident that I have experience lately, I got a female friend who asked me for some opinion and advice in love. She told me that she is eager to have a boyfriend. Zzzzzzzz........ At first I refused to help her because it's none of my business and the help which she needs from me is meaningless. I rather do some charity or some good deeds which are meaningful helps but our friend here asked me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help her get a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Zzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being persuaded or rather annoyed by her, I agree to give her some opinion and advice. I won't tell what happened next because it makes me sick. Zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days ago, she asked me for a hangout. I refused to at first but she told me that she's now in a relationship. Wow!!! So fast!!! At last, I went out with her and a few friends and of course with the hero of the day which is her new boyfriend(she is the only one who treat him as hero zzzzzzzz). She was very proud on that day. At first she didn't join us. We separated into 2 groups which are she and her bf and me and a few friends. Her bf has went home early due to some reasons, and so she only joined my group. At that time, she and my friends keep talking about her bf. That time I really sick of hearing about it because it's bored. Zzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story I wanted to share. Is having a boyfriend or a girlfriend something to be proud off or to be show off to others? I'm currently in a relationship now but I don't feel like showing off my love ones to the others. I noticed a few friends of mine including the one above put the pictures of their boyfriends or girlfriends as screen savers, wallpapers or display pictures in their handphones or in msn for example. However, I'm not. I don't even have the picture of my love ones. Zzzzzzzzzz..... You can say I'm an useless boyfriend but I don't mind. I just know that I love my gf and even without that which I mentioned above. I don't need all that to prove how much I love my love ones. My love is proven in all my actions and care for her..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-8664467377617082370?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8664467377617082370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=8664467377617082370" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/8664467377617082370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/8664467377617082370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/DKI8yfOIFF0/is-coupling-something-to-be-proud-of.html" title="Is Coupling Something To Be Proud Of?" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-coupling-something-to-be-proud-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQARXwzeip7ImA9WxJbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-1164669886488653929</id><published>2009-07-28T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:15:44.282+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-28T20:15:44.282+08:00</app:edited><title>Unlucky</title><content type="html">My monthly test has finally over. I should be glad about that but honestly I'm not. Why? Because I know that I'm going to fail all the papers. However, beside disappointed, I understand that I deserve to fail because I didn't study for it. So, in order to convince myself, I said to myself that I'll work harder and do not work in the final minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, that title "Unlucky" above signifies myself. I feel that I've been quite unlucky lately. I myself also find no explanation to this. So I think it's better for me to use the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unlucky. &lt;/span&gt;No matter what I do, it'll fails or goes wrong. Not just that, the results or in a better word the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consequences &lt;/span&gt;are big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to escape from that, I've tried to stay away from other people and not to be busybody so that I'll not be blamed and won't cause troubles for my unluckiness. Unfortunately, it doesn't works. Although I didn't find the troubles but they find me. Zzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people around me keep causing me troubles and I'm the one who are going to take responsibility. Besides, other people also keep finding troubles with me and also mess with me. Why? Why I don't want to mess with them but they want to mess with me? Can't you all just leave me alone peacefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unluckiness is going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;. If not I myself will end it. This unluckiness is not going to cause me any troubles anymore. This make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those people who are still gonna mess with me, I'm gonna tell you that if you wanna mess with me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRING IT ON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-1164669886488653929?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1164669886488653929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=1164669886488653929" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/1164669886488653929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/1164669886488653929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/u8xhKn109R4/unlucky.html" title="Unlucky" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/07/unlucky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cARH8zeyp7ImA9WxJbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-6578163376112504638</id><published>2009-07-27T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:04:05.183+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T03:04:05.183+08:00</app:edited><title>An End..........</title><content type="html">Good Morning! I think this is the best words that I can say or wish all of you at this time. It's in the middle of the night and yet I'm still awake and type this blog out. Why? Why I'm still awake? or Why I'm not asleep? Ahah!  Because I've a feeling of uncomfortable which I can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'll roughly describe it out. Hours later, it'll be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st form 6 monthly test&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, I'm not ready for it. I just touch my books a little. Hahaha!!! I know that I'm not going to do the test well. Since I can already predicted it, but I wonder why I still suffer the feeling of worry &amp;amp; scare. I'm more than not ready or rather not I'm not ready at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my form 6 has started, besides attending classes, I seldom touch my books or do any revision. So, my basics are very little. For tomorrow, I feel like I got nothing for the test and once again I'll lose and fail to regain my dignity. However, i know that I deserve it because of my laziness. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time including this time, I usually studied in the last minutes. I studied till the middle of the night or the whole night. Sometimes, I didn't sleep for the whole night. The results of this is none other than the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered a lot and I think it's time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put an end&lt;/span&gt; to this craps. This is the last time I'm doing this craps. And for this test, I've no choice but to try my best just to pass it even though it's going to be a suicide. I ain't gonna repeat this craps again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'm looking forward to the final exam at the end of the year. I promise that it'll going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIFFERENT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-6578163376112504638?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6578163376112504638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=6578163376112504638" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6578163376112504638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6578163376112504638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/dEvexpgPiZQ/end.html" title="An End.........." /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/07/end.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEERH86eip7ImA9WxJbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-8215203068023959471</id><published>2009-07-25T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:36:45.112+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-25T22:36:45.112+08:00</app:edited><title>The 1st Monthly Test</title><content type="html">My 1st 3 words are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st monthly test of form 6 is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..........I just started my revision or rather my studies because I just started to touch my books lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!!! I've no confident in this test at all and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SCARE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I"ll try my best to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass &lt;/span&gt;every paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't aim to score but just to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be very thankful and satisfied if I can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pass&lt;/span&gt; all the papers in this test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-8215203068023959471?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8215203068023959471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=8215203068023959471" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/8215203068023959471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/8215203068023959471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/C4VP93P267w/1st-monthly-test.html" title="The 1st Monthly Test" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/07/1st-monthly-test.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BQnc9eCp7ImA9WxJQF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-648929919931304080</id><published>2009-05-30T16:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:45:53.960+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T10:45:53.960+08:00</app:edited><title>SPM July Paper 2009 PROMO!!!</title><content type="html">This is the continuation of the post entitle "I Have A Dream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment after I received my SPM result, I went back home. Although I'm ashamed, but that's the fact. Nothing I can do to change it or to make it better. No matter what, I've to face my family, my friends and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that moment, I despise myself and I feel my life is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just after I returned home that day and my family has known my results, I made a choice. That's just one thing in my mind. In front of all my family members, I announced that I'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retake&lt;/span&gt; SPM which will be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM July Paper 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, all of them disagree. My mom said that it's not an easy one. It's not like normal SPM. It's times harder and the marking will be very strict. Besides, my uncle, my grandmother and one of my friend(the only friend that always support me whenever I fall down) said that it's not necessary. They said why not I just go into form 6 and challenge STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally, I told them I've already made up my mind and no matter what is the obstacles or difficulties, I will just face it. My dream was vanished, my life is meaningless, I've lost everything. SPM July Paper? It's totally nothing. I will take it!!! I will get back that 1A for my Mathematics paper(there 're only 2 papers offered in July paper which is Math &amp;amp; BM but BM need to have oral test, so I just take Math).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've promised my family, my friends and the friend who always support me that I will get back that 1A. It makes me fight, it makes me hungry, it makes me wanna get the feeling of getting it back. I will fight like my life on the line. I will get back what belongs to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1A&lt;/span&gt;!!! &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dignity&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eab127985eabfe70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Due to some personal reasons which I prefer not to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, what I have or rather what I left is just myself. My body, my head, my hands, my legs and my interior organs. ENOUGH!!! I got enough of that!!! I'm sick of that!!! I'm sick of all the things that surround me such as jokes for example. You all will think that I might be gone mad. But I tell you, I really got enough of that. I really can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every seconds, I'm struggling, fighting, and wrestle with the pressure that inside me. You all might think that the stupid pressure that inside me might be something easy to overcome such as study pressure. Well, I tell you not because if it's just like what in your mind, it would have no problem for me and I'm pretty sure that I can beat it off easily. But, too bad, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pressure can't be explained. Even I'm fighting with it for so long, I still can't explain and I still can't find a way to overcome it, to defeat it. Every seconds now, I'm struggling, fighting and wrestle with it. I've tried my best and all my methods to overcome it but at last I still can't beat it. And now, the condition turn even worse and I find myself very near to the losing side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I thought of suicide to end all of it. Unfortunately, I've promised someone that I must live on and my life is no longer belongs to myself because there is one time the someone told that my life belongs to her. She will securing my life and I myself don't have the right to take it away. Due to that, I can't die or rather i don't have the right to die. Hahaha!!! Funny right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really don't know what can I do now. No ways I can sweep way or beat the pressure. Every seconds, I suffer so much that I think that my surroundings are totally like hell. I really can't take it anymore and any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I thought that I've beaten the pressure and I'm the winner. The pressure is no longer inside me. But, at last, I find out that it is still inside me. It's impossible to beat it. I'm exhausted and very tired of fighting. I'm in the condition that I can't neither survive nor die. This is the worst condition in everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After consulting an experience and knowledgeable person, I found out that the pressure that I'm fighting with for so long or rather my toughest, strongest, hardest opponent is actually..........No matter who or what my opponent or challenge is, I will just beat the person or it with all I got but I've never face such an opponent. I've given all I got. Frankly, I can't win. I'm in the condition which I want to give up and say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I QUIT&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toughest, strongest and hardest opponent is..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY HEART!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-6326600161939538710?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6326600161939538710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=6326600161939538710" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6326600161939538710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6326600161939538710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/zoy3H6D0jRs/is-die-good-solution.html" title="Is Die A Good Solution?" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-die-good-solution.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICRXwzcSp7ImA9WxVaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-3416157687466763179</id><published>2009-04-16T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:32:44.289+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T00:32:44.289+08:00</app:edited><title>I Don't Know!!!</title><content type="html">First of all, I apologize for not updating LL's Pages for a very long time. It had been months since my last post. Frankly speaking, I am lazy to update it. Besides, I find no topics of interest to tell. To be short, I promise to update it frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the day I've never been or gone through in my entire life. I will not tell anybody about it. Just some people who are related to this business know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my off day. I should be very happy and relax. I should sleep till very late in the afternoon. Then enjoy listening to songs, reading storybooks, watching tv. However, life is not so simple. No day will pass so simple just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people including myself wish to have a simple life but impossible. It is not a life if it's simple. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worries&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confuse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sufferings&lt;/span&gt; are some of the basics things that we've to go through in our life. For example a day, no one will go through a day without any difficulties. No day will pass just like that. In other word, no day is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meaningless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am really confused and blur. I don't know what am I doing. Just now I went out with friends, I've done some silly mistakes. For example, during talk, I misuse my words. Besides, while we are walking on the street, I walked to the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what happen. 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&lt;br /&gt;I can just listening to it....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-3416157687466763179?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3416157687466763179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=3416157687466763179" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/3416157687466763179?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/3416157687466763179?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/PjZl4QMnVmg/i-dont-know.html" title="I Don't Know!!!" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know.html</feedburner:origLink><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="enclosure" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~5/xmB1BCFaqrU/video-play.mp4" length="0" type="video/mp4" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33f43b96c21cc24&amp;type=video%2Fmp4</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IASX8-cSp7ImA9WxVTGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-7911849844717708040</id><published>2009-01-04T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:19:08.159+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-04T00:19:08.159+08:00</app:edited><title>Revenge!!!</title><content type="html">Sorry for updating late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone who viewed my page know, I failed my computer test for my driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I pass the retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results for my trial which I tried the test several times at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing marks: 42/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st trial: 46/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd trial: 47/40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd trial: 45/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th trial: 45/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th trial: 47/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th trial: 45/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final result which is the result of my real computer test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Real Computer Test Results: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-7911849844717708040?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7911849844717708040/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=7911849844717708040" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7911849844717708040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7911849844717708040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/4cccJhrEdmM/revenge.html" title="Revenge!!!" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2009/01/revenge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHR3gzfCp7ImA9WxVREkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-4858370642469551035</id><published>2008-12-23T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:50:36.684+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-18T11:50:36.684+08:00</app:edited><title>Don't Take Things For Granted</title><content type="html">Hours later, I will be going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh!!! Going out only also tell for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take driving license. And I am scare.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Like that also scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that this time I retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Noob!!! Need retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I failed because of I go there with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing? What you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean I didn't study the license books before. Since 3 weeks before I went for the driving course, I didn't even touch the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!! You deserve this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I know I deserve to fail but I failed by just 1 question. If another question is correct, I won't be posting this  post. The passing marks is 42 but I got 41. Then, I need to pay 40 bucks for the retake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! Not worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, do not take things easy and do not take things for granted. My test result will be posted later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-4858370642469551035?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4858370642469551035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=4858370642469551035" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/4858370642469551035?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/4858370642469551035?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/hN0T4jF0wEo/dont-take-things-on-grunted.html" title="Don't Take Things For Granted" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-take-things-on-grunted.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NRX44fyp7ImA9WxRXE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-1643078942004828581</id><published>2008-10-19T04:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:04:54.037+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-19T05:04:54.037+08:00</app:edited><title>The Day After Tomorrow</title><content type="html">This post was typed on the 18th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is already the 18th of October, it shows there a just about 3 weeks or more than my big day, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. I am still trying to struggle and every night, I feel hard to sleep because there are still a lot more I need to do for my preparation. Honestly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm scare&lt;/span&gt;. But what can I do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing!!!&lt;/span&gt; Just sit down and stare at my revision books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have told, I manage to finish approximately 60% of my previous plan. Now, my plan goes up to 75%. Every single % need a plenty of time and sacrifice for example concentration. I predict that on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th of October&lt;/span&gt;, I will fulfill my plan. Just wait and see. Maybe my stupid and childish plan has its own worth. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop blogging for a while(this sentence was typed with tears in the eye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt; student &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish all of you good luck and all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us meet again on the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 27th of November&lt;/span&gt;. My next post will be posted on that day. See Ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SPpPVMojKxI/AAAAAAAAADc/txYQ3syT_iA/s1600-h/key_art_the_day_after_tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SPpPVMojKxI/AAAAAAAAADc/txYQ3syT_iA/s400/key_art_the_day_after_tomorrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258602740495624978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7001576951936206135-1643078942004828581?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1643078942004828581/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=1643078942004828581" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/1643078942004828581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/1643078942004828581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/eOs-3cTK49M/day-after-tomorrow.html" title="The Day After Tomorrow" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SPpPVMojKxI/AAAAAAAAADc/txYQ3syT_iA/s72-c/key_art_the_day_after_tomorrow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-after-tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EERnszeip7ImA9WxRQEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-1854266119181018266</id><published>2008-10-04T19:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:40:07.582+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-05T02:40:07.582+08:00</app:edited><title>Destinasi Bajet</title><content type="html">Ahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 destinations with just 15 dollars(RM)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursday, after tired of study, I planned to hangout alone at shopping mall. So, I challenged myself just to use RM15 for my whole hangout journey. I set out at 3 pm from my house. I took a bus at a nearby bus stop. I spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt; on the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my 1st destination which is one of the shopping mall in town, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prangin Mall. &lt;/span&gt;I went to the Popular bookshop, Parkson Grand, dvd shops, games shops, male's clothes shirts and mobile shops which are all in the mall. Besides, I walked round the whole mall too. I planned to buy a dvd there but a lazy idea came up in my mind. If anything wrong with the dvd I bought,  I have to bring it to  the mall again  for change. So, at last I planned not to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is still early. It is only 5 pm. So I planned to make a trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayer Itam market&lt;/span&gt;. There are also some dvd shops nearby. Ayer Itam is very near to my house so I can exchange the dvd easily if anything wrong(I hope no). I took a bus from the bus stop at KOMTAR. The ticket cost me another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM1.50&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 6 pm, I reached there. I went to 3 dvd shops there. Finally I bought a dvd. It cost&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM5&lt;/span&gt;. After my shopping there, I look at my watch. It's already 7 pm. Now, I feel a little bit of hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last destination is the coffee shop about 1-2km from my house. I took a bus back. It cost me another &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt; with the bus ticket. I got off the bus the nearby bus stop. There I have my dinner. I ordered a plate of chicken rice which cost me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM3.50&lt;/span&gt; and a glass of iced chrysanthemum tea which cost me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I ended my journey by walking back home. It is a good exercise after meal which will help in digestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, let us calculate the expenses for my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOezgCfTKrI/AAAAAAAAACM/TW8QD7vb7lI/s1600-h/05-10-08_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOezgCfTKrI/AAAAAAAAACM/TW8QD7vb7lI/s200/05-10-08_0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253364853356309170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapid Penang bus tickets= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM3.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOeysxolEVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lv-5nBYtA58/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOeysxolEVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lv-5nBYtA58/s400/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253363972658499922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money No Enough 2" DVD= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOe1HoSU0_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OCNhYgRjlmc/s1600-h/caption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOe1HoSU0_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OCNhYgRjlmc/s320/caption.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366633028965362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM3.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOe154tQFAI/AAAAAAAAADE/i-o_t2FuPSg/s1600-h/Chrysanthemum-Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOe154tQFAI/AAAAAAAAADE/i-o_t2FuPSg/s200/Chrysanthemum-Tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253367496430326786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthemum tea= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total= &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM3.50&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM5&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM3.50&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;RM13.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(less than RM15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-1854266119181018266?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1854266119181018266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=1854266119181018266" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/1854266119181018266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/1854266119181018266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/e0byHD6JJlY/destinasi-bajet.html" title="Destinasi Bajet" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOezgCfTKrI/AAAAAAAAACM/TW8QD7vb7lI/s72-c/05-10-08_0210.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/10/destinasi-bajet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBQnc6fCp7ImA9WxRQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-7142616943151060310</id><published>2008-10-03T17:05:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:37:33.914+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-04T01:37:33.914+08:00</app:edited><title>Wushu For Life</title><content type="html">Bored.....zzzzz Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Add Math, Math, Sejarah.......... everyday. I cannot take it anymore. Arrrrrggggg.....(Tension). Life is short. As a human being, we must  enjoy our life till our last breath. Why should I suffer like this? Answer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, they will all end 2 months later(Walao 2 months= 60 days and more). No games, no hangout, no rest. Just watch tv. LOL!!! You might think I am very lucky to have tv to watch. However, I am not a tv buff. I seldom watch tv unless for some shows or movies that interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed just like that. After tired of study, i will sleep or just sit and wait for the time to pass. Bored..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is different, I have think of something new to do. It is the title above &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WUSHU. &lt;/span&gt;I am a wushu student in my school wushu association. Wushu is very interesting and it s good for your health and also your safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wushu advantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A good exercise for building your muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A good use for self-defend especially for the females. Thieves and bullies always plan something bad on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A healthy exercise too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Able to build up one's confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Slimming which can reduce one's fat content many more..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more confident when I practice wushu in my backyard. I practice using my favourite weapon nunchaku stick.  Besides, I practice some sets which my master taught me including weapon sets such as scimitar, sticks and sword. But, my favourite is still nunchaku stick compare to other weapons. I am more confident when I am holding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my life become more interesting. Hahaha. If you are having the same problem as mine, why not try out something which you are interested such as your hobbies. Don't over study. Over study will cause someone to fail not to pass. It also brings a lot of side effects. I won't tell you because they might scare and take away your interest in study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, just relax and study. Study is a very interesting and enjoyable way of learning. So, just relax and enjoy your study. Good luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOZStqiSSdI/AAAAAAAAABk/W0_P6r4n42Q/s1600-h/Bruce+Lee+2.jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOZStqiSSdI/AAAAAAAAABk/W0_P6r4n42Q/s400/Bruce+Lee+2.jpg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252976959839947218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idol, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruce Lee&lt;/span&gt;. He is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holding nunchaku sticks.&lt;/span&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/7001576951936206135-7142616943151060310?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7142616943151060310/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=7142616943151060310" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7142616943151060310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7142616943151060310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/YTtFPgVE_5Q/wushu-for-life.html" title="Wushu For Life" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SOZStqiSSdI/AAAAAAAAABk/W0_P6r4n42Q/s72-c/Bruce+Lee+2.jpg.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/10/wushu-for-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMSHg5eSp7ImA9WxRQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-2261455785262989995</id><published>2008-10-01T19:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:34:49.621+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-04T01:34:49.621+08:00</app:edited><title>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SONY-N6fL_I/AAAAAAAAABc/ULgDkpzZ6-I/s1600-h/SelamatHariRaya-Zabil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SONY-N6fL_I/AAAAAAAAABc/ULgDkpzZ6-I/s400/SelamatHariRaya-Zabil.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252139416354238450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone especially the Malays and including the non Malays &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!&lt;/span&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/7001576951936206135-2261455785262989995?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2261455785262989995/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=2261455785262989995" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/2261455785262989995?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/2261455785262989995?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/s7n6yXv12sQ/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html" title="Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wjuzJOz01uk/SONY-N6fL_I/AAAAAAAAABc/ULgDkpzZ6-I/s72-c/SelamatHariRaya-Zabil.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04MQn4_eip7ImA9WxRRF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-465121718455430568</id><published>2008-09-30T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:53:03.042+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T23:53:03.042+08:00</app:edited><title>Last But Not Least</title><content type="html">Well, today is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; last day&lt;/span&gt; of September. Tomorrow will be the 1st of October which is also the day for Hari Raya. Together we celebrate Hari Raya and wish for the best for this coming whole October month. I wish everyone have a happy and wonderful month for this coming October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All The Best&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span&gt;Also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-465121718455430568?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/465121718455430568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=465121718455430568" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/465121718455430568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/465121718455430568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/VOPwevQkfZU/last-but-not-least.html" title="Last But Not Least" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-but-not-least.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDQXs-eCp7ImA9WxRRFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-2808731438481293457</id><published>2008-09-28T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:09:30.550+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T00:09:30.550+08:00</app:edited><title>60% Completed</title><content type="html">Today is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28th of September&lt;/span&gt;. However, my plan just completed about approximately 60%. This is because this week, I have just finish my trial exam and I need about a day or two for rest and this week is a busy week for me. I have attended a farewell party for my uniform bodies. Besides, last night, I have also attended my brother's(not siblings to me) wedding dinner. Moreover, I have also attended his wedding ceremony too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slow down my works and processes for my plan. Therefore, I need more time to complete my plan. Luckily, I have time to complete my plan until 60%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I will use of about another a week to complete my plan. Luckily, this week is a holiday and I have nothing to do instead of studying at home. YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-2808731438481293457?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2808731438481293457/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=2808731438481293457" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/2808731438481293457?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/2808731438481293457?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/8e6AM0gHNz0/60-completed.html" title="60% Completed" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/60-completed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NQHczfSp7ImA9WxRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-2791045368840569891</id><published>2008-09-26T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:44:51.985+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-26T23:44:51.985+08:00</app:edited><title>Holiday</title><content type="html">Today is the last day of schooling for the coming Hari Raya holiday. The holiday, it's just the beginning.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya &amp;amp; Happy Holiday&lt;/span&gt;. Care for your safety when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt; because you can make a different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-2791045368840569891?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2791045368840569891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=2791045368840569891" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/2791045368840569891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/2791045368840569891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/vBhUZqcK8g8/holiday.html" title="Holiday" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQXs9fSp7ImA9WxRRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-599837791332257896</id><published>2008-09-25T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:45:00.565+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-25T21:45:00.565+08:00</app:edited><title>Flashback</title><content type="html">Today, on the way back to my house, I walked pass my primary school. Suddenly, a sort of memories rush through my thoughts. I remember a lot of things happened in my pass when I am in primary school. My teachers, my classmates, my class, my strict(and scary) headmistress, my other schoolmates and my old school buildings. All of them was back in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what my teachers had taught me when I am in primary school. Besides, I still remember what they scolded and punished me. I were very angry at that time but.......... Now, I am not angry instead, I feel happy to have them in memories. They punished and scolded me because I am naughty and deserved to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the jokes made by both two of my funny sirs who taught me. They made a lot of funny jokes during their teachings. Jokes are very effective in teaching. They not only make the students laugh and also make them feel less tension. I have told that they are currently still teaching in my old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time fly. It's just 2 months left before my schooling ends. I am going to leave my secondary school 2 months later. All the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flashback &lt;/span&gt;are running in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I wish I will have my last and the best memories in my secondary school in this coming last 2 months for my future's flashback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-599837791332257896?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/599837791332257896/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=599837791332257896" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/599837791332257896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/599837791332257896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/uWnv1Dyz-Pc/flashback.html" title="Flashback" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EASXw_eCp7ImA9WxRREks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-6075341530548603088</id><published>2008-09-24T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:14:08.240+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T22:14:08.240+08:00</app:edited><title>Early Holiday Declaration</title><content type="html">Damn tired after came back from tuition. Today, I stay at home instead of going to school. I took a day break after my SPM trial exam. I need a rest because I am not robot or machine. Even machine need to rest after being operated for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, when I attend my tuition class, my friend which is also my classmate told me that only 8 people in my class were present while the rest including myself were absent. Hahaha. The only reason is Hari Raya is just around the corner(next Wednesday) so, we declare earlier holiday. Wahahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya &amp;amp; Happy Holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-6075341530548603088?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6075341530548603088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=6075341530548603088" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6075341530548603088?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6075341530548603088?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/eqNNVU3oMRE/early-holiday-declaration.html" title="Early Holiday Declaration" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/early-holiday-declaration.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDSX87fCp7ImA9WxRREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-7654504788488187742</id><published>2008-09-23T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:49:38.104+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T15:49:38.104+08:00</app:edited><title>A Relief But The Beginning</title><content type="html">Finally, my SPM trial examination is over. The struggle and hardship for this 11 days have finally come to the end. All of the students including myself feel a relief. After the last paper which is an English Paper 2 was collected by the teacher in charged, all of us feel relief and tired.  For me, I am very tired after the English paper. The English Paper 2 is the hardest English paper I ever done. My head nearly get burst because of it. All of the students thought the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this relief doesn't stay long. In my thought, for me, this relief only stays until tonight. I have to continue with my plan on 28th of September, this Sunday. Remember? But for SPM, I have to say goodbye to the relief and continue with my plan. This is just the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the fear and the tension for the SPM. Hahahahaha..... You might soon find me in the mental hospital. LOL! Just joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-7654504788488187742?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7654504788488187742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=7654504788488187742" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7654504788488187742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7654504788488187742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/DdHDeQDLcYo/relief-but-beginning.html" title="A Relief But The Beginning" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/relief-but-beginning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMERX0-cSp7ImA9WxNTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-144905602014433411</id><published>2008-09-22T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:13:24.359+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T01:13:24.359+08:00</app:edited><title>The Catch Up Week</title><content type="html">The 2008 SPM examination is coming soon. It's on the 11th of November 2008.  11-11-2008 is the worst day for me in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am too slow in my studies. I feel like I still have a lot of things to study and learn in order to face the exam. I things it's about time or rather a bit late for me to struggle for the last 2 months of my schooling. My schooling ends on the 27th of November which is also the last day of SPM for science stream's students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I came up with a plan. In my plan, I will catch up my studies more in order to compete with the top students in my school. Besides, I will also be able to catch up at least about 70% of the standard of SPM. Moreover, I'm going to fulfill the minimum knowledge that required for the SPM which is the minimum knowledge which a SPM students should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need at least a week of time complete my plan. My plan will be completed about 80% or more(the more the better) by this Sunday which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28th of September 2008&lt;/span&gt;. A good date for the Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I will do anything to get a good and satisfy results for the SPM examination. This is my last chance to win and to get back what I have a big loss in my pass PMR examination. The pain which I have scored only 6 As' and a B for 7 subjects still show clearly in my heart and memories. I am willing to sacrifice anything in order to achieve the results which satisfy me because this is just a small sacrifice in order to achieve my target. I will even put my life on the line for this battle(just talk only, life is the most precious thing for human).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-144905602014433411?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/144905602014433411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=144905602014433411" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/144905602014433411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/144905602014433411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/u0qXzoThFu8/catch-up-week.html" title="The Catch Up Week" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-up-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGSHYyeSp7ImA9WxNTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-6738661574241846100</id><published>2008-09-21T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:12:09.891+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T01:12:09.891+08:00</app:edited><title>PLKN</title><content type="html">Last Friday, at my school, at around 10am, all the form 5 students were called to gather at the school hall. Most of the students were wondering of what will be going on but some of them already knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! The question arise. What is going on in the school hall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcement of the names of participants  who was selected for the PLKN Session 6/ 2009. PLKN? What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLKN represents Program Latihan Khidmat Negara in Malay.  It is a special program organised by the government yearly to train the teenagers to be ready to protect the country. The selected participants must participate in the program or else action will be taken. However, participants who have health problem or weak health will be accepted. This program takes about 3 months time so, all the participants must stay in the selected campsites for the 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities of the program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marching(I hate marching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Studies(about how to protect the country)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learning about guns &amp;amp; weapons(I love that)- the only activity I like in the whole program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Training self-discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;amp; a lot more activities which don't interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the moment the first name of the participants was read, I started to pray hard that I will not be selected but luck is not on my side. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am selected&lt;/span&gt;. I am very unhappy with my name read by the announcer and I walk to the front to get the participants' form in my worst mood of the day. The selected ones were asked to fill in the form and pass it up immediately. Unwillingly, I fill it up and pass it up.Although a lot of friends were selected but I still not feel like going because of several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a health problem last time when I am small which is not good to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am weak which I can fall sick easily such as fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not get used to the Malay's food which are mostly spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Too much of spicy food will make me stomach-ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't wake up early in the morning.(The participants must get up at about 5.30am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't march too long in the hot sun which will make me faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My stamina is very weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I easily get tired when I exercise or play sports. For example, soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I need to have a long break after my SPM examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am homesick(hahaha but I really miss my home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to too many reasons, so the top 10s' will only be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I already knew that I will be selected for the program since about approximately a month ago by checking it via sms which my friends told me to. And here's the message I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an example of the type of message I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RM0.50: Tahniah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;000000000000(fake IC number) LL(my name which is obviously fake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telah dipilih untuk menyertai PLKN bagi sesi 6/ 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From: 33995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reward &amp;amp; benefits for participate of the program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. about RM300- Rm450 of allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a certificate which certify your participation which will be a very good use for finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. unforgettable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the costumes and uniforms for the program is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. no fees have to be paid just pay your time and participate in the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. free meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. free staying at the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. live in a a villa(if lucky) or in a hostel(not so lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. facilities such as toilet, bed, fan, cupboard and many more are available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. extra knowledge about the country and the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. the trainings help you to be fit and build up your muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a lot more..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you're interested and you have not be selected. Don't worry, just log on to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my&lt;/span&gt; and download the application form. Then, fill it and pass it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-6738661574241846100?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6738661574241846100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=6738661574241846100" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6738661574241846100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/6738661574241846100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/6TarZ8PrkdU/plkn.html" title="PLKN" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/plkn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DRXo6fip7ImA9WxRSGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001576951936206135.post-7919316517034423317</id><published>2008-09-20T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:12:54.416+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-20T22:12:54.416+08:00</app:edited><title>Hi Everyone!!!</title><content type="html">Hi Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- None Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Online People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- None Online People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Living Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- None Living Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;amp; Everyone On Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everyone!!! I'm a new blogger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all of you happy &amp;amp; good luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001576951936206135-7919316517034423317?l=llpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://llpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7919316517034423317/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001576951936206135&amp;postID=7919316517034423317" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7919316517034423317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001576951936206135/posts/default/7919316517034423317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LlsPages/~3/aGLLWbnmuA8/hi-everyone.html" title="Hi Everyone!!!" /><author><name>LL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11909399244770109081</uri><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://llpages.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-everyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

