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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;CUAGRH0_fyp7ImA9WhRUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088</id><updated>2012-01-28T20:28:45.347+08:00</updated><title>Life in Technicolour</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</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/my-weird-space" /><feedburner:info uri="my-weird-space" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDQ3g4fip7ImA9WhRUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-2539064497613960787</id><published>2012-01-28T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:26:12.636+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T20:26:12.636+08:00</app:edited><title>Of cookies, cards and math</title><content type="html">Two words to sum up my Chinese New Year: Stressful, yet splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stressful part? I had to spend what could probably be my last chinese new year in Malaysia with math exams. Ahh screw you Edexcel Exam Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://b.static.memegenerator.net/cache/instances/500x/13/13420/13742118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://b.static.memegenerator.net/cache/instances/500x/13/13420/13742118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few other occasions did offer consolation to me despite the fact that I had to have my brain fried. I baked cookies with my mum. Yay! Haven't been doing that for a long long time. But all my cookies quite the cacat though, they all had weird shapes, usually too small. I call them "deformed cookies". Lol. And the worst part was, i accidentally burnt two bottles of pineapple tarts. You know how excruciatingly heart-breaking was it to see your favourite cookies in such state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9SPZPPnM5E/TyPoj_RAZdI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tYButvfkM60/s1600/burnt%2Btarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9SPZPPnM5E/TyPoj_RAZdI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tYButvfkM60/s320/burnt%2Btarts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702657258157008338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sobs. First world pain!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the cookies, i shall move on. A few of my friends visited me on the first day of CNY. We catched up a bit, went on a camwhore spree, laughed like mad. I miss them already. :( Some of them even sent a greeting card to my college - so the heartwarming. :') Back in high school, we used to send each other greeting cards during festive seasons. I still keep them though. But nowadays, technology seems to have wiped out the tradition. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FARXdPD10c/TyPm1AY47pI/AAAAAAAAA28/Of_bH8A4Jzk/s1600/2012-01-26%2B11.01.38editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FARXdPD10c/TyPm1AY47pI/AAAAAAAAA28/Of_bH8A4Jzk/s320/2012-01-26%2B11.01.38editted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702655351493029522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Apparently they said that Bugs Bunny look like me, so they bought this card.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pP_HycEdTR4/TyPmDj-_vlI/AAAAAAAAA2k/3xbzKBmI44s/s1600/cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pP_HycEdTR4/TyPmDj-_vlI/AAAAAAAAA2k/3xbzKBmI44s/s320/cny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702654502054641234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in school, we sort of replaced the culture of playing "Blackjack" with "Monopoly Deal". Boy you cannot imagine how much fun we had that day. 9am to 4.30pm. We hobos just sat in Naq's common room playing like there's no exam on monday. :P Then there's the Astro movie marathon where i watched 3 movies straight - Cats and Dogs, Narnia and Shrek Forever After. That's how jobless i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knswdKzJQWY/TyPmD-L8MMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/zoR7FZ60q3U/s1600/playing%2Bmonopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knswdKzJQWY/TyPmD-L8MMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/zoR7FZ60q3U/s320/playing%2Bmonopoly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702654509088256194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown to realise that Chinese New Year is not just about angpaos, gambling, alcohol or food. It's about being together with family and friends. I couldn't spend much time in my hometown, so i just made the most out of the 4 days when i was there. Every year it just gets better when your loved ones are around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy chinese new year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-2539064497613960787?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2539064497613960787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=2539064497613960787" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/2539064497613960787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/2539064497613960787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-cookies-cards-and-math.html" title="Of cookies, cards and math" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9SPZPPnM5E/TyPoj_RAZdI/AAAAAAAAA3I/tYButvfkM60/s72-c/burnt%2Btarts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAFQXsycSp7ImA9WhRUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-3991102845380976773</id><published>2012-01-20T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:38:30.599+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T23:38:30.599+08:00</app:edited><title>The return.</title><content type="html">Watched the heart-wrenching Toy Story 3. Sobbed like a baby. Disney movies never cease to amaze me. Best movie ever, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i cried in front of the big screen was when i watched a comedy (albeit ironically). Since then i've never cried for a movie anymore. But it was totally outside of the realm of my ordinary experience this time. At least i cried for something &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crying for. Haha. I think the most tear-jerking part was close to the ending, when Andy had to decide whether to give his toys away or to keep them in the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went, "Awwwww."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/7/74523/2131474-happy_crying.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 240px;" src="http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/7/74523/2131474-happy_crying.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, human develop sentimental values with things and people around them. When i was young, i used to think that my toys and dolls are real and they have feelings. So whenever i left them unattended, i felt bad. I would wonder how they'd been when i left home for a few days. Today, I still feel that way even when i'm already a grown-up. (Hmm, wonder how they're doing in my hostel now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to think that one day i'm going to leave them for good, will they be upset like what happened in Toy Story 3? So i told my mum to never ever throw or give my dolls away. But i doubt she will listen to me. My dolls are almost filling up one third of the space in the storeroom. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i don't feel like growing up, because growing up means you have more and more responsibilities to bear on your shoulders. But growing up is inevitable. Just like toys, people come into your life, leave footprints, enrich your experience, and then they leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what my friend said, "You know your childhood has ended when Toy Story ended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess she's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, the blogger is back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-3991102845380976773?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3991102845380976773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=3991102845380976773" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/3991102845380976773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/3991102845380976773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2012/01/return.html" title="The return." /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYFRng7fCp7ImA9WhdTGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-2037270386673777587</id><published>2011-07-17T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T01:35:17.604+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-18T01:35:17.604+08:00</app:edited><title>Transition</title><content type="html">Notice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to create a photo blog of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.out-looks.tumblr.com"&gt;out-looks.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-2037270386673777587?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2037270386673777587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=2037270386673777587" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/2037270386673777587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/2037270386673777587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/07/transition.html" title="Transition" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MRn48cSp7ImA9WhdTFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-4070915066080156811</id><published>2011-07-13T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:16:27.079+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-14T12:16:27.079+08:00</app:edited><title>=3</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXDm62xMCUY/Th2NeQLtJDI/AAAAAAAAA04/TBgHu1u6UjU/s1600/_MG_0602editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXDm62xMCUY/Th2NeQLtJDI/AAAAAAAAA04/TBgHu1u6UjU/s320/_MG_0602editted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628810660162642994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I lovee my new toy. =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-4070915066080156811?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/4070915066080156811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=4070915066080156811" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/4070915066080156811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/4070915066080156811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/07/3.html" title="=3" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXDm62xMCUY/Th2NeQLtJDI/AAAAAAAAA04/TBgHu1u6UjU/s72-c/_MG_0602editted.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHR30zfSp7ImA9WhZWEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-1570063650260012483</id><published>2011-05-10T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:33:56.385+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-10T16:33:56.385+08:00</app:edited><title>Third</title><content type="html">I'm so foolish. It was illusion. Everything was just a lie. Why do I still repeat the same mistake?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot pull myself out of this black hole that devoids me of my sensibility and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am. Broken into pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-1570063650260012483?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1570063650260012483/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=1570063650260012483" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1570063650260012483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1570063650260012483?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/05/third.html" title="Third" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENQ38zcCp7ImA9WhZQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-341180063080914209</id><published>2011-04-27T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:48:12.188+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-27T22:48:12.188+08:00</app:edited><title>Of believers and non-believers</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; width: 450px; "&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; width: 450px; "&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;My house tutor told me about Sai Baba today. She wasn't really an extreme believer of religion i guess, and she talked to me about how ridiculous certain people can be when it comes to the issue of faith. Coincidentally, I chanced upon a video on youtube and it was about Carrie Underwood singing a song worshipping Jesus. Here comes the funny part. I was browsing through the comments while I waited for the video to load (which, apparently, took AGES), and the atheists and free-thinkers were arguing with the Christians about faiths and religions!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;Here's a glance of what they have to say: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 9px; "&gt;&lt;a class="author" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/clamb1915" title="clamb1915" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; "&gt;clamb1915&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-atlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/comment_search?username=mrfrank440" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; "&gt;MrFrank440&lt;/a&gt;: Your comment reeks of religious arrogance. Essentially you're saying that religious people are happier, less ugly, and miserable. lol. How about this: The divorce rate of Christians in America is 27%. The divorce rate of atheists is about 20%. Roughly 85% of the prison population in America is christian. Less than 5% if agnostic and only﻿ .02% is atheist. For a group of happy people, you guys commit a lot of crime and have more broken families. Does that sound happy to you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 9px; "&gt;&lt;a class="author" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/toriandannachannel" title="toriandannachannel" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; "&gt;toriandannachannel&lt;/a&gt; replies to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-atlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/comment_search?username=clamb1915" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; "&gt;clamb1915&lt;/a&gt;: It is not the belief of God that breaks up families and puts people in jail. That is within their own mind, and families that have been broken sometimes it's for the good, and sometimes they get back together, sometimes it just wasn't meant to be. People in Jail have chosen there own path within that, that have NOTHING to do with being a Christian, and many people who get out of Jail start going to﻿ church more and become better Christians.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What the free-thinkers/atheists suggest:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;1. clamb1915 to &lt;a class="watch-comment-atlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/comment_search?username=yarber63" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; "&gt;yarber63&lt;/a&gt;: Faith is a dangerous thing. Richard Dawkins stated that "One of the things that is wrong with religion is that it teaches us to be satisfied with answers which are not really answers at all." Faith, is not a reason to believe in something. As a child I had faith that santa clause was real. I'm sure you did﻿ as well. Did that make it so? As to your point about hate, yes I hate religion. It has caused more problems then I can begin to count and it's the last thing holding us back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;2. clamb1915 to &lt;a class="watch-comment-atlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/comment_search?username=yarber63" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; "&gt;yarber63&lt;/a&gt;: The fact of the matter is there is no proof of﻿ god. Faith is not proof. A 2000 year old book is not proof. Science is the future. Religion is the past. As scientific advances are made the atheist population is rapidly increasing. All I ask of anyone, whether they be agnostic, atheist, religious, etc. is seek answers. You should never blindly believe in something. The world would be a better place if people made up their own minds instead of basing their lives on faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now, lets see what the pissed-offs have to say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;a class="author" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/clamb1915" title="clamb1915" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Will you people take "YOUR" theological BS somewhere else than on Carrie's video performance! Do this on your own blog website not on here cause we do not want to﻿ hear what you "think" is right or wrong according to "your" standards. If you must comment, do so on how great this woman is at singing this song and how it moved you. Otherwise do your bashing on your own website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My most-liked comment of the day, which (I think) makes the most sense:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; width: 450px; "&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;yarinelly says: What makes you think that your religion is better than any other??﻿ People say that Christians won't go to heaven and blah blah blah... It doesn't matter what religion you are from. We are all here to worship God! Everyone have different beliefs, so I hope that you can respect others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="metadata" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 0.6; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;a class="author" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/yarinelly" title="yarinelly" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THIS IS SO HILARIOUS LAH. I'm beginning to find theology interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3176387375018033088-341180063080914209?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/341180063080914209/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=341180063080914209" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/341180063080914209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/341180063080914209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-believers-and-non-believers.html" title="Of believers and non-believers" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDRXk6fip7ImA9WhZRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-7614147920970460207</id><published>2011-04-10T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:57:54.716+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-11T19:57:54.716+08:00</app:edited><title>Blab</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTXld0iaJcg/TaFEn5ShEVI/AAAAAAAAA0M/482vTRP53O8/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTXld0iaJcg/TaFEn5ShEVI/AAAAAAAAA0M/482vTRP53O8/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593827664354939218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being an aweshemmm nerd ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. I need a smartphone to complement my status!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-7614147920970460207?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7614147920970460207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=7614147920970460207" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7614147920970460207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7614147920970460207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/04/blab.html" title="Blab" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTXld0iaJcg/TaFEn5ShEVI/AAAAAAAAA0M/482vTRP53O8/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HSH45fCp7ImA9WhZREUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-1634747152337674226</id><published>2011-04-07T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:00:39.024+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-07T12:00:39.024+08:00</app:edited><title>Free your souls</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbRXccZzKzc/TZ02RrGCz0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/6f0LGB5T9eE/s1600/_MG_9418editted.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbRXccZzKzc/TZ02RrGCz0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/6f0LGB5T9eE/s400/_MG_9418editted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592685989517774658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center&gt;Photo taken @ International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta 2011, Putrajaya.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-1634747152337674226?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1634747152337674226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=1634747152337674226" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1634747152337674226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1634747152337674226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/04/free-your-souls.html" title="Free your souls" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbRXccZzKzc/TZ02RrGCz0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/6f0LGB5T9eE/s72-c/_MG_9418editted.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGR3s5fSp7ImA9WhZRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-7505043757135520497</id><published>2011-03-24T14:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:38:46.525+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T15:38:46.525+08:00</app:edited><title>Positive</title><content type="html">The pain felt so real last week. So piercing, behind the seemingly i-am-okay facade. Truth to be told, as much as i tried to contain my disappointment, i eventually broke down. Ah well, this is ME.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often, we find it very hard to accept the fact that our efforts didn't pay off. It's disheartening to learn about failure.  Although the saying always goes "Failure is the mother of success", it takes quite some time to get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot of things in life that we regret. That's when all the "I should have..." and "What if I..." emerge.  When we make decisions, we risk our future. Yet, most of the time, circumstances aren't in our control because there's always an element of imperfection there. It's not a matter of whether we tried hard or not, at the end of the day perfection will never exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today during tutor period, Mr Lai told us about the idea of "3Rs". &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Regret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the first R. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rejoice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the second R. Whenever we do something, the outcome will either make us rejoice or regret. And to determine which side of the R we'll be on, we should &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Repent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (the third R) - okay he's kind of &lt;i&gt;preaching&lt;/i&gt; a little bit, but the general idea applies to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I did not regret taking Chinese because learning the language is a passion.  Neither did I rejoice because &lt;b&gt;obviously&lt;/b&gt; I failed to achieve what I could have. Between rejoice and regret lies err...&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;resentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? Haha just joking lah. Perhaps things could have been different if I did not take Chinese, BUT I certainly did not regret my decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe everyone is designed for a certain significant purpose. Some of us just haven't found our voyage in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I took the one less travelled by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Put the past behind me, brace myself for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPBUFu8-kWc/TZM6oTj1LbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JiZ4X7i5FJQ/s1600/_MG_9840editted.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPBUFu8-kWc/TZM6oTj1LbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JiZ4X7i5FJQ/s400/_MG_9840editted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589876026616655282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-7505043757135520497?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7505043757135520497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=7505043757135520497" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7505043757135520497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7505043757135520497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/03/positive.html" title="Positive" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPBUFu8-kWc/TZM6oTj1LbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JiZ4X7i5FJQ/s72-c/_MG_9840editted.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NSXY6fSp7ImA9WhZTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-1946320581033051289</id><published>2011-03-15T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:23:18.815+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-15T22:23:18.815+08:00</app:edited><title>Pain</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TinZ6a0A4qE/TX91sLAjibI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uJpWDI0Whck/s1600/_MG_9383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TinZ6a0A4qE/TX91sLAjibI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uJpWDI0Whck/s400/_MG_9383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584311464692517298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm currently an OKU (Orang Kelainan Upaya)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ouch!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-1946320581033051289?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1946320581033051289/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=1946320581033051289" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1946320581033051289?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1946320581033051289?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/03/pain.html" title="Pain" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TinZ6a0A4qE/TX91sLAjibI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uJpWDI0Whck/s72-c/_MG_9383.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMNQnw_fSp7ImA9Wx9bGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-1526459025839776744</id><published>2011-02-27T18:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:14:53.245+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-27T21:14:53.245+08:00</app:edited><title>High</title><content type="html">*Gasp* Two third of my first term here is gone. I can't believe how fast the pace of time can be. And for those who took SPM in 2010, as the curtains of March unveil, we'll probably be fidgeting in our seats, biting our nails, speculating on when will the results be coming out. =|&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xchaPjdzdaU/TWonI-ucdBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uTZjqMlfy1I/s1600/_MG_8933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xchaPjdzdaU/TWonI-ucdBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uTZjqMlfy1I/s400/_MG_8933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578314123682018322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo above: This is the current me, in my complete uniform, minus my specs. And i got myself a new specs, a very nerdy one! *Weeeeeee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently developed a new hobby - planting flowers. It's actually something i randomly thought of, just to keep myself occupied (and, to preserve my sanity lol). Honestly, the little joy i derive from taking care of that orchid of mine pretty much brighten up my days here. (It almost died on the first few days though haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGwVvByXaNk/TWonJSN8gjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yBPSAIrgK4A/s1600/_MG_8986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGwVvByXaNk/TWonJSN8gjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yBPSAIrgK4A/s400/_MG_8986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578314128914416178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Photo above: My orchid. I know, it's not really the official "planting" thing. I'm just providing it with water. No soil. No baja whatsoever. lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, things can be so fragile, that it might be shattered anytime without our knowledge. *why am i emo-ing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgYNdxY7r-8/TWonJx9mqSI/AAAAAAAAAzc/QS5XrftFSIA/s1600/_MG_8989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgYNdxY7r-8/TWonJx9mqSI/AAAAAAAAAzc/QS5XrftFSIA/s400/_MG_8989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578314137435810082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The amount of food stock i have. P/S: I still have fruit juice, roti naan, curry puff and cake in the refrigerator. No food no life mah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I shall return next time, with more updates hopefully. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-1526459025839776744?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1526459025839776744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=1526459025839776744" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1526459025839776744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1526459025839776744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/02/high.html" title="High" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xchaPjdzdaU/TWonI-ucdBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/uTZjqMlfy1I/s72-c/_MG_8933.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGQX8yeCp7ImA9Wx9VEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-4163558416636852121</id><published>2011-01-27T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:13:40.190+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T23:13:40.190+08:00</app:edited><title>天天好天</title><content type="html">Day 24 in KTJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to say that I AM STILL SURVIVING!!!!!!! =D Oh my god that's something definitely worth celebrating. This is my first time leaving home for almost 3 weeks without even going back once. Seriously, coming here wasn't as bad as i've "envisioned". Cool people, cool lecturers and all sorts of awesome events. I guess life will be good as i continue my adventure here. And there will be more and more of those "very-first-times". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the "cool" things you might find here:&lt;br /&gt;1. You actually have a lecturer with a phD driving a mini tourist bus himself, bringing 10 students to Putrajaya for a photography outing. (You rock, sir!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You (okay, it's ME, the suagu ME) actually use an iPad for the first time because the teacher asked you to record your email address in her iPad. And everything can be done through email without the need of seeing the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You actually have house mates saying "What the f***" and pointing middle finger almost everyday. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You actually get sick of the food here in just 2 weeks. Okay, this isn't cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back home tomorrow. Weeeeee. I cant wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bed time now. Good night world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TULaAAyFy5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/py5t6Cj-0T0/s1600/_MG_8382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TULaAAyFy5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/py5t6Cj-0T0/s320/_MG_8382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567251783128304530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Crazy) house mates&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TULZALcWWFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NtNzry1LQQM/s1600/group%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TULZALcWWFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NtNzry1LQQM/s320/group%2Bphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567250686478276690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;KTJ Photography club in Putrajaya&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-4163558416636852121?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/4163558416636852121/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=4163558416636852121" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/4163558416636852121?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/4163558416636852121?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html" title="天天好天" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TULaAAyFy5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/py5t6Cj-0T0/s72-c/_MG_8382.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGR347cSp7ImA9Wx9QFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-5885266608309259205</id><published>2010-12-29T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:53:46.009+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T16:53:46.009+08:00</app:edited><title>It's *Yay* then *Sigh*</title><content type="html">Just when i thought i can finally put those uniform-wearing, rules-obeying days behind and enjoy my holiday until i rot...DENG! I got a call saying that i'll need to report at Kolej Tuanku Ja'afar next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more? It's a boarding school with pretty strict rules. Gah... &gt;,&lt; Seriously, i hate rules, i'm not ashamed to tell you that i broke a lot of school rules although i was a prefect back in my high school. heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why am I still laughing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent one sleepless night thinking about this. I'm about to venture into the world of unknown, into a place deemed extremely foreign to me. (been to Seremban like, once only?)At this instant, I can't help but to feel &lt;strike&gt;a little bit&lt;/strike&gt; greatly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inferior&lt;/span&gt;. I mean people there are like super duper talented with high intelligence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be positive, be strong. That's what i keep telling myself. I'll try my best to adapt to my new life, to learn to love the life i'll be living for almost 18 months (provided that i excel constantly in every internal examination, or else it's "Out You Go!". hard core, man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu my precious holidays. And hello college! (which literally means my blog will undergo a temporary shut-down for quite some time until i finally settle down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TRxH5WAL1pI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8b83gq5pqJQ/s1600/_MG_8163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TRxH5WAL1pI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8b83gq5pqJQ/s320/_MG_8163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556395090752820882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The rules i have to go through. =| &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TRxH5EbKmZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Qa5LlNQz8LA/s1600/_MG_8160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TRxH5EbKmZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Qa5LlNQz8LA/s320/_MG_8160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556395086034147730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;List of to-bring and to-buy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-5885266608309259205?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5885266608309259205/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=5885266608309259205" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/5885266608309259205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/5885266608309259205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-yay-then-sigh.html" title="It's *Yay* then *Sigh*" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TRxH5WAL1pI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8b83gq5pqJQ/s72-c/_MG_8163.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MESHoyfSp7ImA9Wx9RFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-7595924674492773068</id><published>2010-12-15T22:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:10:09.495+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-16T00:10:09.495+08:00</app:edited><title>Emancipation</title><content type="html">So, another phase of my life is going to end, soon. Time is moving real fast. I still remember watching Rapunzel together with my friends, and that got me thinking, "When i get older and older, will i still be watching these cartoons? Will i still be imagining i'm the character in those fairy tales, living happily ever after? Will i still keep all my teddy bears beside me? Will i still be doing childish things all the time?" (By the way, new addition to my wishlist: A houseful of teddy bears XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shouldn't ask "Will I?". It should be "Can I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, i feel like i'm getting really old. I've graduated from high school. I've finished SPM. I'm saying goodbye to 17. And I'm becoming 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i love freedom. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TQjk3ZU97BI/AAAAAAAAAww/mrhdMmXo1nA/s1600/IMG_6906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TQjk3ZU97BI/AAAAAAAAAww/mrhdMmXo1nA/s320/IMG_6906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550938181076904978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My very awful, garfield-themed, and yet-to-be-tidied-up nest when i was having SPM. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TQjjvAk__mI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OOK0jKbKCwk/s1600/_MG_7617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TQjjvAk__mI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OOK0jKbKCwk/s320/_MG_7617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550936937482681954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; Meet my new pet - Fluffy! He's super nice, he doesn't disturb me when i'm revising, he doesn't bark, he'll just sit there quietly. (Of course, if he does all these, i'll be the one going crazy) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TQjjvmM6t7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/b-w5LYimbZo/s1600/_MG_7664%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TQjjvmM6t7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/b-w5LYimbZo/s320/_MG_7664%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550936947582220210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My exam slip! Goodbye SPM!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do after this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Colour my nails&lt;br /&gt;2. Do my hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Master Jay Chou's 晴天 on the guitar&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy myself lots of books. I mean, story books, not reference books - they make me puke.&lt;br /&gt;5. Complete my graduation memoir.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish watching all the TVB dramas&lt;br /&gt;7. Shoppinggggggggg =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-7595924674492773068?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7595924674492773068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=7595924674492773068" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7595924674492773068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7595924674492773068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/12/emancipation.html" title="Emancipation" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TQjk3ZU97BI/AAAAAAAAAww/mrhdMmXo1nA/s72-c/IMG_6906.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8AQHYzcCp7ImA9Wx5bE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-3946493409627276198</id><published>2010-10-29T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:40:41.888+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-29T18:40:41.888+08:00</app:edited><title>Where art thou when i needed comfort?</title><content type="html">Because we are always attracting&lt;br /&gt;the learning experiences we need,&lt;br /&gt;we often attract what we fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fear guiltiness,&lt;br /&gt;you'll attract that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's life's way of encouraging us to grow.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing to beat fear is to face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-3946493409627276198?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3946493409627276198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=3946493409627276198" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/3946493409627276198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/3946493409627276198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-art-thou-when-i-needed-comfort.html" title="Where art thou when i needed comfort?" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNR3c4fSp7ImA9Wx5VEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-7693997382739236996</id><published>2010-10-03T08:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:41:36.935+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T08:41:36.935+08:00</app:edited><title>Listen</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I lost a friend today.  I make wrong decisions all the time. And this time, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe we're people from two different worlds who think differently, we just don't &lt;i&gt;click&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe there were too many misunderstandings between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe you demand too much from me, that i cannot fulfil &lt;i&gt;or vice versa&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe sometimes we just complicate matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it's true what they say about emo freaks and jerks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(like me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- they don't have friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm tired, I guess you are too. I don't wish to do this.  I wish nothing had happened.  I shall give you some time to recover from this turmoil while i retreat. Until then, I hope you'll be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Don't underestimate me! I won't forget you even after exam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-7693997382739236996?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7693997382739236996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=7693997382739236996" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7693997382739236996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7693997382739236996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen.html" title="Listen" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YBSX08cCp7ImA9Wx5VEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-8211409958037003942</id><published>2010-09-30T21:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:19:18.378+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T08:19:18.378+08:00</app:edited><title>Confession of a perfectionist</title><content type="html">Life is not a bed of roses.  There are times when i stumble upon obstacles.  There are times when i feel like giving up.  There are times when i get lost.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointment is always the last thing on earth that i would like to encounter. (Who doesn't? haha) I know that it's inevitable but i'm sure to be in the doldrums every time i disappoint myself.  Once i get into one, it takes quite some time for me to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Some&lt;/strike&gt; A lot of people are saying that i'm putting unnecessary pressure on myself.  Sometimes i wish i could just let go of everything, yet the enormity of what i'm facing hits me whenever i have this thought. I couldn't put myself to do this. I really want to but I really couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what the future holds.  I can only do the best i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still finding myself, though.  But i'm still me, always. Come what may. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TKfLvAAn_UI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Ak9ABaaQmsQ/s1600/IMG_6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TKfLvAAn_UI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Ak9ABaaQmsQ/s320/IMG_6731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523607476310113602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-8211409958037003942?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8211409958037003942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=8211409958037003942" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/8211409958037003942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/8211409958037003942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/09/confession-of-perfectionist.html" title="Confession of a perfectionist" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TKfLvAAn_UI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Ak9ABaaQmsQ/s72-c/IMG_6731.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcER30-fSp7ImA9Wx5XFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-412599848072348079</id><published>2010-09-16T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:26:46.355+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-16T20:26:46.355+08:00</app:edited><title>Selamat Hari Malaysia :)</title><content type="html">47 years ago, Malaysia was formed. We had came a long way. We had witnessed how successful we are as a nation, regardless of race, religion and culture. It's true that we used to lament about how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;inefficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the policy makers are. But once you've left the country, what you miss the most will be everything Malaysia offers (especially the FOOD). You cant deny that. Every Malaysian with a modicum of patriotism and human nature will feel that way. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay, unless you're truly a complete government-hater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we celebrate the uniqueness of our different skin colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we celebrate the significance of being a Malaysian, not a Malay, not a Chinese, not an Indian, not whatever ethnics in our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we celebrate the unity and culture diversity that has bound this multi-racial country for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we celebrate the vibrant colours of the Jalur Gemilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Malaysia Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud to be a Malaysian, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;although still dreaming of going to the States. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-412599848072348079?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/412599848072348079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=412599848072348079" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/412599848072348079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/412599848072348079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-malaysia.html" title="Selamat Hari Malaysia :)" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMQnw5eCp7ImA9WxFbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-7010343428484161399</id><published>2010-07-04T00:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:54:43.220+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-04T00:54:43.220+08:00</app:edited><title>Reality is cruel</title><content type="html">I'm writing this with a very dejected feeling. Time to break the news and accept the fact. I don't like reality. It's cruel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argentina &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, somehow, witnessing Argentina's defeat with my own eyes was akin to losing someone i love. It was the first world cup team i've ever supported.  It was the only strength that kept me motivated to continue watching World Cup.  The first team ever that taught me football has the power to unite people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time ever, i stayed up late at night just to watch my favourite players in action.  For the first time ever, i cheered for Argentina with the whole of my heart.  For the first time ever, I could feel the pain and disappointment of the defeated players.  They played really hard this time round, but maybe lady luck wasn't on their side, or maybe they believed in &lt;i&gt;Paul the prophetic Octopus&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although you guys lost, i'll still be rooting for Argentina.  I salute your undying spirit.  Be strong boys. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥ Lionel Messi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥ Gonzalo Higuain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥ Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Te amo Argentina. Eres el mejor, siempre y para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TC9qAdbJYeI/AAAAAAAAArI/Yu3O3hhm_KU/s1600/argentina+2010+worldcup+football+squad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TC9qAdbJYeI/AAAAAAAAArI/Yu3O3hhm_KU/s320/argentina+2010+worldcup+football+squad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489723026918957538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-7010343428484161399?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7010343428484161399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=7010343428484161399" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7010343428484161399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/7010343428484161399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/07/reality-is-cruel.html" title="Reality is cruel" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TC9qAdbJYeI/AAAAAAAAArI/Yu3O3hhm_KU/s72-c/argentina+2010+worldcup+football+squad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQFQHg9fip7ImA9WxFUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-1108933095807710183</id><published>2010-06-28T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:08:31.666+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-28T19:08:31.666+08:00</app:edited><title>Argentina FTW</title><content type="html">I'm rooting for Argentina in the World Cup this year!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everything's gonna be all-Argentina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my Google Chrome has an Argentina-themed background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeeeee :D *hyper*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TCiCXK0--LI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N-hqhOEprXE/s1600/argentina+google+chrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TCiCXK0--LI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N-hqhOEprXE/s400/argentina+google+chrome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487779480506136754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-1108933095807710183?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1108933095807710183/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=1108933095807710183" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1108933095807710183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/1108933095807710183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/06/argentina-ftw.html" title="Argentina FTW" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TCiCXK0--LI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N-hqhOEprXE/s72-c/argentina+google+chrome.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HQH04cSp7ImA9WxFVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-3687023812451428972</id><published>2010-06-15T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:42:11.339+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-17T09:42:11.339+08:00</app:edited><title>Whenever you remember</title><content type="html">That song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, i'm still keeping the faith, i hope you do so, though i would rather maintain status quo right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To decipher this, it requires ingenuity. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-3687023812451428972?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3687023812451428972/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=3687023812451428972" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/3687023812451428972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/3687023812451428972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/06/whenever-you-remember.html" title="Whenever you remember" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMESXw5fSp7ImA9WxFVEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-5437095855163423636</id><published>2010-06-09T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:20:08.225+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-10T00:20:08.225+08:00</app:edited><title>All we need is a stage</title><content type="html">The annual American Idol frenzy is finally over. I didn't get to watch the finale this year, cause i was having exam and I FELL ASLEEP!!! Ughh...i so very hate myself. Second thing, Lee Dewyze won the title. Why Leeeeeeee? I mean Crystal is - from every aspect - way better than Lee what... I don't hate Lee, but that's the fact. It's like the higher the expectation people have on you, the higher the tendency you're going to live down to people's expectations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay Simon Cowell is gonna leave next year, now i wonder will i still be catching American Idol with Simon's absence? I'm gonna miss his rather sarcastic remarks which often make me laugh. ngehehehe. I'm as cynical as him. Maybe i should opt for X-factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jnf6NcmepuY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jnf6NcmepuY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;♥ this song much.  Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood are still as awesome as ever.  Kris Allen is still as gorgeous as ever. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Find your guiding inspiration, in a place where dreams are made, with a lifetime's preparation, it's no time to be afraid, put our differences behind us, for we shine like the sun, see what we've all become, together we are one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i shall jump on the World Cup bandwagon. Weeeeeee it's going to kick off in two more days!! I'm having a lil bit of what i define as "World Cup craze" right now. Can't get the Waka-Waka song off my mind. And i actually have the bizarre idea of going to KL and buy a World Cup T-shirt. Bwahahahaha. I think the World Cup is a very meaningful event in every sense of the phrase where our common interests and dreams converge and blossom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo and behold. 2 more days. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waka Waka. This time for Africa. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-5437095855163423636?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5437095855163423636/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=5437095855163423636" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/5437095855163423636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/5437095855163423636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-we-need-is-stage.html" title="All we need is a stage" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHQnk9eCp7ImA9WxFVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-71976514462761231</id><published>2010-06-06T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:58:53.760+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T23:58:53.760+08:00</app:edited><title>Untitled</title><content type="html">My first thought when i signed in Blogger was like...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"OMG. so pathetic. there's only one post for april and none for may."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to start off my post today, we shall have a warm-up question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will I attribute the month of June to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. The month of studying and revising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. The month of mass sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. The month of eating birthday cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. The month of slacking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't scroll down before you choose an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know lah, it's very random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've chosen A, then you probably think that i'm one of those very very kiasu people cause i'm not going to do any revision this holiday. Come on, exam is just over for merely a few days ago, stop talking about reference books. and i screwed up most of my papers and even my selection test for asean scholarship. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've chosen B, oh what a pity, you almost got the correct answer. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've chosen C, i would like to congratulate you, but sorry, no presents for you. Hahahaha. I'm actually looking forward to eating birthday cakes this month cause quite a number of friends will be celebrating their birthdays in june. I've challenged my friend Miss Ruby to overtake her (in terms of weight) so i'm going to eat helluva lot this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've chosen D, you just reminded me of how much work i have to do this holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;Asean scholarship selection test&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Driving test (second attempt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Star Mag Inc project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. School tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Hang out (Yea, that's in my to-do list too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. and, and, and, moral tuition is gonna commence next week. *sigh* another tuition. =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TAvKiM86dPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/0OAsS0Z9Ow0/s1600/IMG_6468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TAvKiM86dPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/0OAsS0Z9Ow0/s320/IMG_6468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479696060567418098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This shall serve as a stark reminder to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-71976514462761231?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/71976514462761231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=71976514462761231" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/71976514462761231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/71976514462761231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-first-thought-when-i-signed-in.html" title="Untitled" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PaR3oPDSxfI/TAvKiM86dPI/AAAAAAAAAqY/0OAsS0Z9Ow0/s72-c/IMG_6468.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBSXszcCp7ImA9WxFSFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-5605311113912173735</id><published>2010-04-16T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:30:58.588+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-17T00:30:58.588+08:00</app:edited><title>I'm back, but not for long.</title><content type="html">I think my dreams and wishful desires are what keeping me sane these days. Imagine these little thoughts can liven up someone who's in the doldrums (a.k.a. me lah). During the recent test period, i kept thinking of all the things i want to do after SPM. The more i think, the more i find myself on cloud nine. Alrighttt i'm getting a lil bit crazy. I guess that's the only way for me to stay sane until after SPM.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I wanna save money to go to Universal Studios Singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea yea yea! The irony of having to pay RM170 for a single ticket is not going to put off my plans.  I'm gonna save every single cent i can starting from today onwards. (If someone wants to sponsor, i'm okay with it) Anyone wants to join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I wanna change my hairstyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks something like this (but not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; colour of course):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hairstyles99.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/long-wavy-ish-hair-styles-11w300h341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.hairstyles99.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/long-wavy-ish-hair-styles-11w300h341.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanna take up a new language.&lt;div&gt;German, Japanese, Spanish, Cantonese. Whatever. Haven't made up my mind which to choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I wanna do something useful with that camera of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i've been abandoning my DSLR for quite some time.  It must have been living in agony inside my cupboard. Poor thing. Fear not, master will be spending most of her time with you after SPM. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I wanna learn "how to cook".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the moment being, i only know how to fry an egg and cook instant noodles. Pathetic, i know. Hence the decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back to my usual, cheerful self. Question is, when?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-5605311113912173735?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5605311113912173735/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=5605311113912173735" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/5605311113912173735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/5605311113912173735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-back-but-not-for-long.html" title="I'm back, but not for long." /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINQn8zeSp7ImA9WxBaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176387375018033088.post-6506131259621253924</id><published>2010-03-21T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:36:33.181+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-25T20:36:33.181+08:00</app:edited><title>I'm asking for just 60 minutes</title><content type="html">People have been asking, "Will the world really end in 2012?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the avalanche of disasters, it is not strange for someone to ponder how long can the human race really sustain. El Nino phenomenon, earthquake in Haiti, unpredictable weather conditions, just to name a few.  These are things that are happening around us, we feel it, we sense it, we yak and whine about it almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, at the same time, we witness compassion and love. It is truly a test of mettle. Just a few weeks ago, various artists converged and recorded a charity single "We Are The World: 25 for Haiti" - currently one of my favorites, probably because i was touched by the message they were trying to convey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A change will come, when we stand together as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So people, it's time we wake up from our slumbers of indifference. This coming saturday, you can make a pledge by turning off the lights from 8.30pm to 9.30pm. Simple acts on your part might help save the environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The power of love, it unites us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3176387375018033088-6506131259621253924?l=my-weird-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/feeds/6506131259621253924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3176387375018033088&amp;postID=6506131259621253924" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/6506131259621253924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176387375018033088/posts/default/6506131259621253924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-weird-space.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-asking-for-just-60-minutes.html" title="I'm asking for just 60 minutes" /><author><name>Charmaineee =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13341033897183298472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--pOlM8zlKAE/TxrCV1zVJGI/AAAAAAAAA10/JAEU-z5opyA/s220/_MG_2944editted.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

