<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552</id><updated>2012-02-08T19:18:07.042-08:00</updated><category term='poem'/><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>A Peep of My Days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2453820972936697164</id><published>2011-06-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T03:07:03.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm having a new blog at &lt;a href="http://reshacornie.blogspot.com"&gt;reshacornie.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2453820972936697164?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2453820972936697164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2453820972936697164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2453820972936697164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6232896413011383782</id><published>2011-05-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:13:51.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th May 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learned a new quote today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He is not a fool who gives what he cannot keep and gain that which he cannot lose&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which reminds me not to be too ambitious to wanting to do everything, and to keep the priority right. We should learn how to get over with things that we have lost too and hopefully we won't repeat the same mistake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Btw, I have a story to tell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b88zQMtvaco/TdZ095bBe8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/au2E2Sq1Z7g/s1600/1st.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608798992671538114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b88zQMtvaco/TdZ095bBe8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/au2E2Sq1Z7g/s320/1st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b88zQMtvaco/TdZ095bBe8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/au2E2Sq1Z7g/s1600/1st.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Long long time ago, there was a person who works hard to finish the assignments given, like a soldier working hard to defense his country, but that person always do them at the last minute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8eNH-ggbho/TdZ0-LilHaI/AAAAAAAAA4g/HYgQYw8MVWc/s1600/2nd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608798997535071650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8eNH-ggbho/TdZ0-LilHaI/AAAAAAAAA4g/HYgQYw8MVWc/s320/2nd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8eNH-ggbho/TdZ0-LilHaI/AAAAAAAAA4g/HYgQYw8MVWc/s1600/2nd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Until the present day, that person is still doing the assignments at the very last minute and had countless sleepless night especially a few days before the assignments' due date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjyUmNOkVF4/TdZ0-5XtiRI/AAAAAAAAA4o/vs_scVLkHUw/s1600/3rd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608799009837517074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjyUmNOkVF4/TdZ0-5XtiRI/AAAAAAAAA4o/vs_scVLkHUw/s320/3rd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One day, that person suddenly realized that all the assignments could not be done by the deadline given and that person's face turned blue. Obviously, the person never learnt the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;However, we still can. We should never push our responsibility for later. What can be done by today should be done by today, because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(wanted to say life's brief candle, but)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(sounds better? hehe, make sense right? tomorrow will still be tomorrow and we only have the present, which is "today")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/6467430678734169552-6232896413011383782?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6232896413011383782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2011/05/20th-may-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6232896413011383782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6232896413011383782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2011/05/20th-may-2011.html' title='20th May 2011'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b88zQMtvaco/TdZ095bBe8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/au2E2Sq1Z7g/s72-c/1st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5522072966122261978</id><published>2010-12-30T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:48:19.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Mummy and Kitten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just came back from a few days trip in grandma's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The trip was "fun-tas-tic!" Especially when there were two stray cats came into grandma's house when we arrive. They must have smelt grandma's cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I fed them for a few days when I was staying there. I bought them cat canned foods and dad fed them fish's inner organs when he was cleaning the fish for storage. Those cats were having the best time of their lives I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After a few days of playing around, it's time to go back. When I reached home I gave a call to grandma, she told me the cats had gone missing after we left her place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Awh, I really miss the cats. They are so cute, they will walk around your legs telling you that they are hungry, they will let you touch them when they are full. There was a few times the cats jumped into the house through window to find food. Although grandma was unhappy about cats getting into the house, but I tried really hard to convince grandma to keep them. I don't know why, but I felt like I have the responsibility to take care both of them, especially when the adult mum cat is pregnant. When I grow older, I want to have pets. Cat and dog together if possible. Well, I could start taking care of them when they were just a newborn, maybe they will think that they are siblings. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1O3CEbAuI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WLiIhhOZ5z0/s1600/SNC00968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1O3CEbAuI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WLiIhhOZ5z0/s320/SNC00968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556684222600250082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mummy cat, "Don't mess with me, I'm pregnant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1O2-YdzKI/AAAAAAAAA4E/51gAkOMoVao/s1600/SNC00939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1O2-YdzKI/AAAAAAAAA4E/51gAkOMoVao/s320/SNC00939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556684221610577058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pregnant cat mum and her kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1O2eBdtwI/AAAAAAAAA38/Pjxo0eW1XfM/s1600/SNC00936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1O2eBdtwI/AAAAAAAAA38/Pjxo0eW1XfM/s320/SNC00936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556684212924167938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hehe, here comes the whole family photo, except the father of the fetus has gone missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1OIdgPCcI/AAAAAAAAA30/TZLeVOiHVKk/s1600/SNC00943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1OIdgPCcI/AAAAAAAAA30/TZLeVOiHVKk/s320/SNC00943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556683422510811586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh boy, I really miss both of them. Sometimes they live peacefully (the kitten sucking milk from mum), sometimes they have a little battle pratice together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1OIdgPCcI/AAAAAAAAA30/TZLeVOiHVKk/s1600/SNC00943.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1OICgk1TI/AAAAAAAAA3s/KmSmjhgS15Y/s1600/SNC00911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1OICgk1TI/AAAAAAAAA3s/KmSmjhgS15Y/s320/SNC00911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556683415264482610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Awh, look how comfortable I made this cat mummy felt. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1OHsH3gNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/OLD9cIbQhls/s1600/SNC00895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1OHsH3gNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/OLD9cIbQhls/s320/SNC00895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556683409255268562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I really wish to see them again. Hope cat mummy can give birth to many healthy kittens, and hope the teenage brother kitten will take good care of the siblings too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6467430678734169552-5522072966122261978?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5522072966122261978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/cat-mummy-and-kitten.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5522072966122261978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5522072966122261978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/cat-mummy-and-kitten.html' title='Cat Mummy and Kitten'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TR1O3CEbAuI/AAAAAAAAA4M/WLiIhhOZ5z0/s72-c/SNC00968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8394404640930695655</id><published>2010-12-19T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:33:10.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taste of Defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently my family has been having Monopoly Deal fever. Everything they do, they'll try to put in the game in between. Don't understand what I mean? For example: "Today the house need to be vacuumed and mopped! Let's play Monopoly Deal, starting from 4 player, winner out until there's 2 people left. Whoever lost will have to vacuum and mop the floor." So, we started the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had 2 complete sets done and was a treat to the rest of the family. What did they do to solve the problem? All of them helped each other to make me pay for rent, forced deal and sly deal my property cards and used deal breaker to steal my whole set. Initially dad was losing everything, but he eventually caught up when I was being attacked. In the end, my sister won the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wasn't very happy about it. I was on the way of winning but I was receiving attack from all of them! When sister won, dad praised her for being smart! What I thought is that she got all the right cards, lucky her. My luck did not become better. Dad won the next game, leaving me and mum for the final. I suggested to mum that we can split the job into halves so we don't have to be too tired from doing both. Dad helped though, to vacuum the floor even though he won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately after the game, I was furious. I could have won but I just don't have the dominating card like the Deal Breaker or Just Say No card. I couldn't attack nor defend myself. My complete sets were left unprotected. Why can't I get the card I want? Why is my luck so bad all the time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum mopped the floor while I was taking a shower. When I was done, the pizza man came. I decided to have lunch first before I mop. After lunch, mum said, "hey, let's play Monopoly Deal one round, if you win, I'll mop the floor for you." Wow, I thought, if I lose, I am still going to mop the floor just like before. This is an advantage for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I lost the game again. It seems like I'm the lousiest player in the house. My luck never come, I don't have the intelligence that my sister processes nor her model's height. Just my luck right? I confirmed it when I tried to mop, the pail that mum used earlier has spoilt. Without that pail (a very convenient pail which one just have to step on it to spin dry the mop), I need to use the mop in the olden ways, by twisting the mop with my hands to make it a little more dry. haiz.. Just my luck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8394404640930695655?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8394404640930695655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/taste-of-defeat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8394404640930695655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8394404640930695655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/taste-of-defeat.html' title='The Taste of Defeat'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4849719997160182211</id><published>2010-12-09T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:22:39.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Problem</title><content type='html'>Do I face problem? yeah, I would like to think so. Everything I do, I'm concern about what others will think of me. I mean, I'm not the person who follows everything everyone says but I feel like I have an image to keep. What kind of image? I'm not sure myself either.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my friend's house to pick up my clothes that I lent to her. She told me she won't be at home until 2.30pm. When I reached her house after lunch around her place, I was early by 5 minutes. I text-ed her to check if she has reached her home but I got no reply. I tried calling her twice but no one answered. I saw her maid picking up clothes from the house front yard and my dad urge me to go down the car and ask her if my friend is around. I didn't want to. Why? later I wonder myself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I was about to leave her house, I saw her coming out of her house and sat in a car and went off. Mum yelled at me to ask her for my clothes now but I didn't. She was going off anyway. However, I was kind of shocked to see her going off. She asked me to meet her after 2.30pm, I reached there and called her mobile but I didn't get any answer. When I text-ed her that, fine, since she's not at home, I'll go another day, she immediately appeared in front of the house and went off. Why didn't I stop her when she was about to get into the car? later I wonder myself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, mum yelled at me in the car, dad mentioned it a little about my face problem when we reached home. Do I have a face problem? Yeah, a major one. and I need to do something with that. Starting from this very second... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4849719997160182211?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4849719997160182211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/face-problem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4849719997160182211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4849719997160182211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/face-problem.html' title='Face Problem'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5599986763404068302</id><published>2010-12-09T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:43:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! my study result finally is out!!! =] I got all HDs but my chemistry got just a little lower than required. They want average 85% but I have 84%. Well, I have to wait for another week or two to see if I receive any result from the university itself. I really want to get in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5599986763404068302?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5599986763404068302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5599986763404068302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5599986763404068302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/results.html' title='Results!!'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7736005660791864918</id><published>2010-12-09T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:22:00.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 9th December 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A few things happened these past few weeks. My cousin got married. My maid ran away (note: she was not abused, I think maybe she is the kind of person who doesn't like to work in constant routine, means, cleaning the house as daily routine, same thing happen again and again everyday) and a unit of house near ours caught fire when the owners weren't at home. The cause of the fire is short circuit of electricity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My course's result was released yesterday and I don't have the courage to check it yet. I saw on facebook that a few of my classmates have gotten HD, that's high definition for you, means 80% and above. I'll check it tonight when I find the paper guide, showing step by step to check the result online. Hmm.. Now where have I placed my file? &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/6467430678734169552-7736005660791864918?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7736005660791864918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/diary-entry-9th-december-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7736005660791864918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7736005660791864918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/12/diary-entry-9th-december-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 9th December 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7071301323369353423</id><published>2010-11-20T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:32:22.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 20th November 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hehe, it's been a very long time since my last post. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday, I went to bf's prom. =] It was an unforgettable day. haha. Walk in the rain to the ballroom in my dress, and he thought of not wanting to bring an umbrella. Maybe I was expecting something romantic to happen, like at least the guy should open the door for the girl, invite her to come down from the car with an umbrella although it was only drizzling because he doesn't want the girl to be caught in the rain or so.. Well, I guess fantasy remains fantasy. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; wasn't until I mentioned that I want an umbrella no matter what that he gave it to me, and he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; wanting to act cool, as usual, wants to walk in the rain, leaving me holding that umbrella which could cover up 5 people staring helplessly behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only when he noticed I wasn't moving further away from the car that he followed what I said. I was quite upset about the event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s happened and I really thought of asking him to bring me back home. Thank God that what happened later was better. I have to say, my mood wasn't at its best when the prom just started =p I didn't take any photos with my phone but his friends got all our pictures in it. Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; they will upload it faster in the net so I can see. Hopefully I look nice in those pictures. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It wasn't exactly bf's prom, but it is his seniors' prom. They just graduated yesterday morning, the same day as their prom. The theme of the prom is masquerade. I always thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; masquerade theme is very cool where all people don't know who is under the mask, it will be a mysterious evening. At least, that's what shows in movies. When I first put on the mask that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; just bought for the event for the first time, it totally sucks. I decided that mask is a troublesome thing. It reduces your visibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The people who attended the prom was lesser than that who attended my school's prom last year, and the hall was half the size of last year's. However, the events didn't change. There are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; performances by the students, food and drinks served and students dressed formally and prettily. The same kind of attire. There was this couple who dressed as Zoro and his girl partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; It was a costume and it was obvious to me that they want to win the title of Prom King and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Queen that night. Zoro won the Prom King title but it was bf's sexy Philipino friend, a junior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; same as him, won the title of Prom Queen. I wouldn't want to imagine the senior who dressed in a costume felt when her name wasn't call. The rest of the seniors weren't happy too. They didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; applause for her when a junior's name was called and given the title Prom Queen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Before it was too late, bf sent me home so that I won't be too late from my bedtime. Dad was waiting for me at home too.   &lt;/span&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/6467430678734169552-7071301323369353423?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7071301323369353423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/11/diary-entry-20th-november-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7071301323369353423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7071301323369353423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/11/diary-entry-20th-november-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 20th November 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1121711002135391881</id><published>2010-09-08T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:42:37.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 7th September 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In the morning on the way to school, I almost knocked into two motocyclist at two different places and time when switching lane. When I wanted to park in the school, I hit my bumper to the short wall behind, thank God nothing happened to the car, no scratch and all. When I was studying for my topic test at the foyer while waiting for the class to start. I had a paper cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I had English theme paper! hm, I wrote one extra character since I have the time but I'm not sure whether my grammar is correct. I think I screwed up leh. In the afternoon, I had a Biology topic test. I just finished studying this subject minutes before the test started. I have to change my last minute habit one day. I had to hand in the university application form too but I forgot to bring my previous education result! I thought I had no choice but to hand in myself to the university itself the next day (because the application in my school is only for that day), then I suddenly remembered that I had a copy of the result in my file! Later I asked teacher to certify it, that teacher trusted me and there I got it certified! Yeahooo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bf said he went to visit his friend out station during my birthday so he wouldn't be with me for my birthday. After 4pm, which is after the Bio test, a friend called me and asked me where was I, she wanted to hug me before I leave. Then, she said that she left her stuff in her class and asked me to follow her up to the class. We went to the floor and before I turned around the corner, she closed my eyes and asked me to walk where she directed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When I opened my eyes, I saw her and another fwen AND MY BF standing right in front of me!!! I was seriously shocked!!! I thought he was in far far away land!!!! He held a cake that he baked for me!!! and he did a movie slide with the pictures we had together for me!! He is sooooooo sweeeet!!!! OMG, I'm seriously touched and this is the best present I received so far. Although no expensive stuff, he has the heart and effort to do all these for me. I couldn't ask for a more loving bf than him. =] I felt like I am the luckiest girl alive then. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Unfortunately, we had to go home separately after he showed me the slide. I still have work to do and hand in tomorrow. He said he has to rush home too because he has things to do, but later at night he told me, his mum asked him why is he home so early! eh, he told me white lies again. He knew if I know he got free time, I would definitely stick with him wherever he goes and ask him to come with me, date date ma.. haha. but he knows me well. He knew I had things to do, he knew I won't be able to finish or complete it if he's around because my focus is going to be totally on him. haha. He is the perfect guy for me. =] I could ask no better. =] thanks sweetheart. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I went home and checked my Fb, there were 160+ people wished me happy birthday, haha. I felt grateful and happy too. =] Never felt so popular in fb before. lol. I'm so sorry if I missed anyone's birthday, but thanks everyone, for the wish. hope the same back to all of you. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;At night, we had a small birthday party with my uncle and his family, including 3 small kids, and of course my family. Mum ordered 2kg of chocolate cake. hehe, she even bought birthday hats and balloons and the blow stuff etc party toys for the kids to play. Although all of them, including mum is so enthusiastic about my birthday, my dad wasn't. He was watching a Dvd on earthquake in the living room. but well, I got my birthday song and birthday cake. =] hehe, hope my birthday wishes come true. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1121711002135391881?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1121711002135391881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/09/diary-entry-7th-september-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1121711002135391881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1121711002135391881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/09/diary-entry-7th-september-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 7th September 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6815701914255182244</id><published>2010-08-05T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:44:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 5th August 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everthing was not as I planned today. We were supposed to do an English presentation today, which I have stayed up last night to finish it, but instead we were watching a movie in the class. To Kill A Mocking Bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got 98 for Maths topic test but I am not happy with it. One stupid careless mistake. I found the r value but I copied it wrongly in the next equation and there my 100 go. This is the most frustrating 98, the most disappointing 98, the most depressing 98, (the list goes on) that I ever get. I really hope I won't do the same mistake again, if not, I will not forgive myself. (sorry la, perfectionist here) oh yeah, teacher said there was a leakage for the maths test, so, the teachers were planning to put the next topic test after school hour, means after 4pm. Hey!!! WHO ARE THOSE NINCOMPOOPS THAT LEAKED THE QUESTIONS!!!! I don't want to go home so late weyh!!! The whole morning and afternoon are so tiring already, having test in the afternoon make it worst! I feel sleepy the most in the afternoon weyh, it's supposed to be my nap time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Teacher taught new stuff in Chem class. I went back home and tried, but it was so confusing. The theory that she taught doesn't telly with the experiment I did on Monday. haiz...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;During Moral study, teacher came late to class for 30 mins, the first group used up 40 mins and my group was left with 20 mins to present our presentation on Japanese Buddhism and Shinto. We had 2 videos which we do not have time to play all for both, and the students were so anxious to go home. I was worried if I can finish my presentation on time. Blah blah blah, after 20 minutes of nonsence to the students, and 2 days of harkwork from me and my team mates, the presentation ended on 5.30pm sharp. I never heard a louder applause. Since no one was listening, the only question I got when teacher said, "Question time!" is "Are you a Japanese?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I reached to my car after moral class, it was peak hour to go back, and I was carrying my stuff with both hands. There were leaves on my car. I feel so embarrassed to drive that so I decided to pick up the leaves. It was traffic jam on the way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was down when I reached the house, I had no hand to open the door so I asked for someone's else from inside the house. My sister heard me and said,"Jie, use your hand!!!" and I replied,"I have no hand to open!!" and she said like she was doing her homework and had no time to help me. I got no choice to press the bell and dad came out of his room to help me. haiz..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I tell you the best part of the day was the driving part, you'll know my day is extremely bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6815701914255182244?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6815701914255182244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/08/diary-entry-5th-august-2010.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6815701914255182244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6815701914255182244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/08/diary-entry-5th-august-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 5th August 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5276199022597866449</id><published>2010-08-05T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:25:12.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 4th August 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am Sooo Happy today!!!!!! Sweetheart came all the way to my college to visit me!!!!!!! =] I am so Touched!!!! sobs.. tears of joy. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When my lunch break started, I called him on his phone and found out that he was in the college, after knowing exactly where he was, I walked 2 times faster to meet him. I had to go up the stairs (because the lift was taking ages) from the 1st floor to the 4th floor. There were two young guys panting while going upstairs but I was hopping. hehe. =] I didn't realise I was out of breath until I met him and saw him, and said, :"HI!!!" haha. He was with his brother-in-law. A mat salleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We walked out of the school compound and went for lunch. =] After lunch, we walked back to college and sat at the foyer. Since not everyone have seen a blonde westerner, his brother-in-law was popular, in a way that everyone kept staring at him. I'm not sure he even notice, but fuiyoh! I might become popular myself standing next to him, but that's not my point. I am so Happy to see my darling. hehe. =] hm. they really do know how to attract attention, since my bf was wearing this bright shirt with "I'm fuel for love". hehe, so cute. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My lunch break passes so fast today. It was time for me to go to class, and he went to a mall nearby with his brother-in-law.  =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5276199022597866449?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5276199022597866449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/08/diary-entry-4th-august-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5276199022597866449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5276199022597866449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/08/diary-entry-4th-august-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 4th August 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7279991120324156637</id><published>2010-08-01T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:31:10.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 31st July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, dad and mum went to grandpa's and grandma's durian orchard to get lots and lots of durians. =] and I had to stay at home, responsible to fetch sister to tuition and pick her up. This was my second time driving without my parents. Luckily I gt my bf next to me, I felt safer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was the first time I drive alone with my sister. Mum and dad had some emergency things to do and they entrusted me to send sister to her school for some event there. The road to the school usually takes 10-15 minutes but I reached there about 2 hours later. I was lost. I missed the junction because I didn't see the landmark which indicate that I have to turn. That old police station was moved and the whole place was covered up by tall blue board, and there was a sign saying Police Station 2km metre ahead, U-turn. I was thinking, okay, the police station in ahead, but I couldn't find it. I went further ahead, and decided to stop because I had no idea where I was. Sister called dad and it took lots of brainpower to figure out the exact location and how many traffic lights I had passed, which I couldn't remember (hey, give me a break, I'm still a newbie, trying not to stick my head into someone's else back, and not to block the traffic behind me, especially during this peak hour with rain). After 2 hours, we were found, mum drove the car where I moved to the passenger sit behind, following dad in his car in front. What a day. It's like first time cooking and it turned out inedible. yeah, but this is a car version. First time driving without either of my parents and I got lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, so today, nothing much, driving smoothly and early to reach sister tuition place, then we did some shopping our own, bf and I. On the way to the shopping mall, I almost got myself into accident because I didn't notice that cute, little and furious Viva driver when I was cutting into the road after the U-turn. I was wearing my sunglasses that time, maybe that I wasn't used to and distracted me. Other than that, I was on time to pick up my sister, and still suck at parallel parking, which bf insisted on me not reversing the car, front, reverse and front again to get the perfect line and angle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A few hours after we reached home, dad and mum returned too. Dad was busy sending off durians. I could see that he was tired after the whole day. I wouldn't want to hug him when his shirt was soaked with sweat and rain, but I love my daddy. He's the best. =]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-7279991120324156637?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7279991120324156637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/08/diary-entry-31st-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7279991120324156637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7279991120324156637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/08/diary-entry-31st-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 31st July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8677924946010887540</id><published>2010-07-29T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:19:35.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 29th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chem test was okay. I tried my best. I hope I won't do any careless mistakes or misunderstood the questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nothing much happened today, but moral class had a lot new stuff coming up to me. We had to find out more about a religion that we picked and present it in powerpoint or dvd or videos and stuff. My team chose to do Buddhism in Japan. Woo, that got me quite excited. =]  Besides, I have to think of ideas for the Kid's camp too. I want to try the drum and rhythm game but I'll have financial problem to get some of the instrument, but I really want to try it. I have been wanting to play this game again since forever, ever since I joined the game for the first time a few years ago. I love to be part of it. If I couldn't organise the game, then I have to figure something else, something that will make the kids remember forever like how I remember the drum and rhythm game. hm, I got to work on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeap, and I still have my English research project, my Biology research project. I have to return the books I borrowed from the library too. This saturday I got IU day. hm, should I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8677924946010887540?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8677924946010887540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-29th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8677924946010887540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8677924946010887540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-29th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 29th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3381042791231621870</id><published>2010-07-29T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:10:26.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 28th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I couldn't wait to go to his place right after my class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When I reached there, greeted by him and his family. After picking up his sister with him and his brother-in-law, we got prepared and MidV off we go!! There was 7 of us (him,his siblings and me) going out to celebrate his birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;On the way there, it was traffic jam, as usual, because there was a road construction, building a fly-over in the middle of road since forever. Suddenly, right before our eyes, the workers put away the plastic "wall" and let us through!! We were one of the first lucky user of this new fly-over!! What a great surprise! Hip-hip Huuray!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When we reached there, we went for the bowling centre straight. We took turns to play and I suck, as usual. Even my small little cousin can beat me in bowling, and sister can get a few strikes because she is so much luckier than me, and dad never go under 100points for bowling since the day he started bowling. I was a disgrace to my family. Since I know I am going to embarrass myself, I didn't really care when I got the least points, but I was concentrating how to get the bowling pins to move so that the ball can hit them.. just kidding, of course I was figuring how to fit the pins with the ball. My aims were all good (duh~) but I didn't have the strength, the power to roll it further, and so, my ball always rolled to the left just about 1 meter from the pins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Until the last round, I was the second last, I only had 27 points (hey, don't laugh) and others were at least doubled off mine. For the last game, I thought, this was going to be my last chance to play, might as well try my best, I hope to hit something at least. haha, and so I did. I scored 8 pins on my first try. I fit the other 2 on my second try and got myself a spare. I did another try and got 8pins. My total score was 45 points after that last round! No one else ever thought of that, neither could I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We had dinner later, some burgers and fries. His sister bought him a slice of New York Cheese Cake. I asked him which fries he likes and he picked the longest one. I stuck the fries on the cheese cake and sang him a birthday song. Unfortunately, no one joined me, but I kept on singing anyway. Later, the sisters said I was cute when singing him a birthday song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;After dinner, we had to rush home because I need to get back home early to shower and study, because the next day I'm having my chemistry topic test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;P.s. dear sweetheart, hope you like the present I gave you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;p.p.s. dear sweetheart's youngest sister, hope you like the present I gave to you too! hehe! Happy birthday to you too! (29th July)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3381042791231621870?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3381042791231621870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-28th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3381042791231621870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3381042791231621870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-28th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 28th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6060901908388325597</id><published>2010-07-21T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:21:00.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 22th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Haiz, I almost got myself into accident this morning, TWICE. sobs sobs..  What a good day to begin with. I'm going to hate driving if this kind of situation continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Today, I feel enthusiastic to do some of my research project on Biology and English. I have to return the books to the library as soon as possible. Photostatting the whole book will be irrational and a waste of money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Phew, things have been going uneasy on me for a while, have been sleeping at 1am lately just to complete my homework, of course, that is my fault, since I spent my whole evening in front of the TV. Plus, yesterday I was late to college that I totally missed my maths class. Teacher teaches new things everyday and I missed one precious lesson. I have to catch up on my own yesterday night and finished the homework she gave, which I asked from my friend. Only until this morning I realized that while I was trying to understand the formula yesterday, I did some questions in the study guides which teacher wished to ask us to do in class and discuss. Hehe, seems like hard work pays off. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Now is only 2.20pm. Lots of things going in my mind, lots of things yet to be completed by me. I wish to be left alone. hm, and I hope the moral study later won't end at 6.30pm, please end earlier as usual, I want to go home early, as usual. (not that I always skip class, but today ending at 6.30pm is a special case) =p well, while I'm trying to cope with my studies and stress here, all the best for those who feels the same as me. =p keep trying! Hard work and the right method pays off. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6060901908388325597?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6060901908388325597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-22th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6060901908388325597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6060901908388325597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-22th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 22th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5283235841667339527</id><published>2010-07-20T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:26:40.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 20th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8 more days till bf's birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hm, today I wore the new pink high heels to college. Wow, it sure is bright enough. I didn't notice how many pairs of eyes actually looked at it. haha! =] Guess I bought the right shoes. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, what happened today? hm, I walked into the wrong class in the morning. It was time for my class, 9.30am. I saw no one come out from the classroom when it was 9.40am, I thought the students from previous class came out and my classmates went in. I thought I was late and I couldn't see inside the classroom, since the teacher was playing the slides on the projector and the whole room was dark. I seriously couldn't see anything inside the room. So, I opened the door, wanting to say sorry that I'm late but the whole class turned their heads to look at me, I heard teacher saying, :"No, this is the first class, the second class haven't started yet." That was embarrassing. I said sorry to teacher and the class, not because I was late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I went to listen to the talk about Science and Technology for M. Uni info week. Well, food science and technology sure is cheaper that studying nutrition and dietetics and the qualification to enter the degree is lower too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Someone wanted to take a photo of me, saying that she wants to a project. I couldn't hear what project she was saying because she was too soft. I let her anyway. Although I find it very weird, hope I didn't get myself into deep trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friends said I look different today, maybe I was wearing bright pink high heels and I swept my fringe to the opposite side plus a cute ribbon hair clip. hohoho, even mum said I dressed quite sweet today, looked younger and more polite, classy. Do I? lol. too bad I didn't take any picture of myself. =p See me in person in real life then. =p muahaha. =p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, back to school work. I need to hand in my research proposal form tomorrow, finish my maths homework from monday and lab report from yesterday. Haiz. Busy night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5283235841667339527?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5283235841667339527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-20th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5283235841667339527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5283235841667339527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-20th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 20th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6263473762607813548</id><published>2010-07-20T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:13:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 18th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Phew~ Mum totally transformed my room. haha. She helped me in tidying up my closet, my cupboard and my desk. haha! and yeap, we spent the whole day doing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love you mum!! =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6263473762607813548?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6263473762607813548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-18th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6263473762607813548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6263473762607813548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-18th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 18th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6374658342568356762</id><published>2010-07-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:07:27.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 17th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C2AGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wow! Lots of cosplay! I saw Naruto, Ichigo, Chobitz, and many many more!!! One of my fwen was doing cosplay!! Haha!! I'm so excited to see all these cosplay!! lol. Lots and lots of people were there! I saw a few of my ex-school mates. and I DO remember their names, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TEWfC1ZZjsI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GfKZW6s_WXI/s1600/SNC00602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TEWfC1ZZjsI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GfKZW6s_WXI/s320/SNC00602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495973791317724866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;34th Bon Odori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lots of people too! Japanese families can be seen. May and I went to join the cultural dance. That was the funniest part of the bon odori but still SOME people didn't want to join and in the end, they think that bon odori is boring. haiz.. tsk tsk. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TEWfDVTQDSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CV2gKhl2nEU/s1600/34554_420527727957_575137957_4526683_5951220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TEWfDVTQDSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/CV2gKhl2nEU/s320/34554_420527727957_575137957_4526683_5951220_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495973799881870626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6374658342568356762?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6374658342568356762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-17th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6374658342568356762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6374658342568356762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-17th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 17th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TEWfC1ZZjsI/AAAAAAAAA3I/GfKZW6s_WXI/s72-c/SNC00602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7590158405345964815</id><published>2010-07-11T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:35:59.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 11th July 2010</title><content type='html'>Nothing much is done today. Didn't get to do my research on my projects this weekend as I hope for.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2.30am to watch World Cup Final! Spain!!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be a walking zombie. Zzzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-7590158405345964815?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7590158405345964815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-11th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7590158405345964815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7590158405345964815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-11th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 11th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3426826198001392538</id><published>2010-07-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:36:28.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 10th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bf called at 6.30am, saying that he will arriving at my place at 7am. I was still sleeping and so was my whole family. After the call, I quickly went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and all, then went down to greet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited together until about 8.30am when my dad woke up and we jogged together. hehe. Of course, I'm the slowest among them. duh~ Bf is a guy, and dad had plenty of years of practice of jogging, so don't blame me if I can't beat an old guy in jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had roti canai, roti tisu and half boiled egg for breakfast together later, joined by sister. I drove there of course. =] Then we picked mother up and drove sister off at home, and off we go for foot massage! haha. It is his first time and he felt good, I hope, maybe a little of pain. Well, I felt the same on my first time too, but later I got used to the method they push their knuckles around my base of my feet, it is very comfortable and I slept everytime I went there. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf drove me to kayak. =] However, the weather did not allow it as it rained that day. We went to the kayak place and drove back again (he drove this time) =] Well, not long later when we reached home, it rained harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner after dad and mum finished their Dvd and bf went home. =] I'm going to miss seeing him for another week. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3426826198001392538?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3426826198001392538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/bf-called-at-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3426826198001392538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3426826198001392538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/bf-called-at-6.html' title='Diary Entry 10th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6393461053339346118</id><published>2010-07-11T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:25:20.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 9th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pretty busy day. =] I got myself a locker in college! Finally. =] The books I bring to school everyday would probably break a small girl's arm like mine. hahaha. The locker is quite dusty though. I have to at least wipe it with tissue paper first before I put my books in. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to watch Eclipse with friends!! The movie just came out the day before! I am totally Jacob's fan! It's not that I don't like Edward, but I just don't admire the actor, Robert P. Haiz. hehe. I still prefer the book, even though the movie follows closely to the book, but it kind of cut off my imagination. When I read the book, I can imagine so many things, I can understand what each character is thinking and all, but in the movie, I just saw their actions, and maybe a little emotion but I can't know all, so I can't imagine much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the movie, dad picked me up and I had to return to college to get my books that I put in the locker before I got to the cinema by bus with friends. No one brings a bag of books to shopping and movie. =p When I reached home, I quickly took a shower and slept. Tomorrow will be another busy day. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6393461053339346118?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6393461053339346118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-9th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6393461053339346118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6393461053339346118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-9th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 9th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7362858997511949866</id><published>2010-07-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T07:47:54.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 8th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I slept early yesterday night and woke up at 2.30am this morning to watch the football match between Germany and Spain. I am kind of sad because Germany lost but I think Spain was playing well. Nevertheless, I feel like eating octopus for breakfast, lunch and dinner, either that or I want to borrow Paulo for a while for it to give me 4 numbers. hehehehe. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After the match, I went back to sleep and woke up again at 6.30am to get prepared to go to college. I drove there, as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;During maths class, I received a new timetable. Slight change for me, but I'm not sure when will the new timetable carried out. Tomorrow or next week? Well, guess I will find out tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I started the 2nd semester since a few days ago and I found myself quite enthusiatic to study hard, work hard and achieve high score. I really want to go into the university I want, although I may have to consider the finance issue. Dad said not to worry but as a daughter, I also don't want to burden dad too much. What should I do? Maybe I should take a part time job when I have time, maybe I am too pampered. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Napped for very long today too. Can't help, because I woke up too early this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sister is a very scary person. She may be very different from me but some part, idea, greed and obsession, manipulation can be similiar at times and in order not to fight, one of us would have to give in. She wants the same thing that I want. A new series of anime. Since dad doesn't allow her to buy anymore DVDs, so I suggested that I could get her when I go out, and since I'm paying for it, that Dvd would be mine. She strongly disagree and would pay me back the money, she wants to officially own it even though I said she may keep it but it's my property. I gave in to her this time because she did the same for many other things for me. However, my character may be stronger than her, I have slight regret for my decision, I will not give in to her next time. We could get the same one each for ourselves for all I care. I want to get I want and I will try my best to get it. It's all or nothing. Well, for now. Sometimes I got to be smart to change depending on the situation too. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-7362858997511949866?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7362858997511949866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-8th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7362858997511949866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7362858997511949866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-8th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 8th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-422303168354335780</id><published>2010-07-07T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T04:54:44.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 7th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Drove to college, no problemo. hehe =] Job well done, mum didn't complain much, I mean, at all. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today is the first day I meet my new Maths B teacher and Bio B teacher. Both of them look really nice and friendly. =] Completely contrast with my Eng B and Chem B teacher! haha! I will get to know my Bio A teacher on Friday. Wonder what will she look like. hehe =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My classes ended at 1.05pm, we were released early. I bought the Bio textbook which cost me RM99. Fuiyoh! Everything here is so expensive! Living cost and course fees and stuff. Haiz, I must fully use the facilities here then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I drove back home, it was raining heavily on the way back. My first time driving in heavy rain by the way. I drove slowly and it was fine. Until I met an idiot who almost caused an accident with me. I wanted to switch lane from the 3rd lane to the 2nd. I looked and saw the car on the 2nd lane switched to the 3rd and I started to move into the 2nd. While I'm doing that, the cars in front of me slowed down as there was a junction to go to the left. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That idiot who was at the 2nd and moved to the 3rd lane, drove right before me, trying to fit into the 1st lane, MY lane! That idiot, moron was so close to me and stopped immediately in front of me trying to go to the left. Haiz. Idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I went home, I didn't watch any TV, but I overslept. I was taking a nap,and I had 2 hours 30minutes of napping time. 2 hours of waste. After that, I went to the living room, had some chocolate and lychee with TV on and with my mum and dad. I didn't realise that bf had sent me 2 messages on the phone and gave me 5 missed calls. Sobs, and now he is not happy with me. Sobs, I didn't know. I was away from my room, now he is saying that "someone is busy" with his grumpy voice.  Sobs.. How could I make it up to him? Anyway, I told him before that when my semester starts, I will be busy again and won't get to text him or call him as much as I used to because I probably will use the time I'm at home to do my assignments and projects, if not for some rest and entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Overall, today isn't as productive as I hope it will be. Well, that means I will have much more catching up to do later, even stressful life. haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-422303168354335780?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/422303168354335780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-7th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/422303168354335780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/422303168354335780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-7th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 7th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-9013744152225683201</id><published>2010-07-06T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:10:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 6th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today is the first day of class. =] My first class was at 9.45am, and I drove to college. hehe =] English teacher is very nice and she seems kind of strict. Chemistry teacher, er.. well, I do not like her that well. She looks nice but she is scary. Biology A class doesn't start until this friday so my class ended early after Chemistry. I haven't meet my Biology B and Mathematics B teacher yet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Actually I wanted to go for Miss Has class, which is Maths B2 but I got myself in B7 instead. I couldn't change if I want to now because B2 class clashes with my English class and I'm lazy to talk to teachers and switch around, do the timetable all over again. Well, if I don't get the good teacher I want, guess I will have to work harder myself. =] I really hope I will do better in my second semester. I want to. So, I should waste my time watching Tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I ended up watching Solomon Kane and 17 again (p.s. Zac Efron is so totally hot in the movie, I did not like him at all in High School Musical, eew)  and Love Strategy, non-stop after I came back home driving myself around 3pm. In total, I watched about 5 hours of TV today. What a great start right after I said to myself that I want to study hard. Haiz. Speaking of which, I need to start on my research project and read To Kill A Mocking Bird &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and understand what the heck my Chemistry teacher is talking about, some course outline manual we are supposed to get from BlackBoard (which I couldn't see any when I last went to the website and check right after the class, hm, or maybe I couldn't understand what she was saying), and I need to pay my course fee. Bla3. Wow, I thought today is the first day of class and I got nothing to do, when I put my heart into it, there are handful of things to be done so I wouldn't get stressed up about it later. Well, got to ciao then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-9013744152225683201?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/9013744152225683201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-6th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/9013744152225683201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/9013744152225683201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-6th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 6th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8150686388258783364</id><published>2010-07-05T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T07:00:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 5th July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First thing I checked this morning, fuiyo~ my eyes swelled up! Bf called this early morning at 1am, I was asleep then, but heard the phone vibrated so I woke up. We talked for 52 minutes. Long emotional talk. sobsobs.. sobsobs..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It has been quite some time that tears couldn't stop falling down. I couldn't control it. When I hurt him, I realised that I felt even worse than he is. I couldn't lose him, not now. I always know that it is not going to be any easy if we are together, but I would like to give it a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I drove to college this morning, I was surprised that mum let me. hehe. It was quite stressful and pressuring for me. Driving is not that easy. Accidents waiting to happen, waiting for u to a tiny mistake like going a little too fast or accidentally overlooked a car on your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Every move has to be taken measured, think through quickly in your mind. haiz. I finally did reach my college safely, barely. haha. =] I passed the parking in the college too! With a little help from mum, standing outside looking out for me. I love my mum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I did my semester 2 unit registration. Phew~ The classes are so packed! Monday and Tuesday I have 4 classes in a row and each class in 75 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Then only I got 1 lunch break, continued by another 2 classes. Stressful life. Haiz. Have to study hard! Ganbatte!! Aza aza fighting!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I drove to bf's house, with mum beside of course. Another stressful journey, haha, but it is fun driving too, if you know you are doing. I as a beginner, still not comfortable with high speed. =p hehe, wait until you see me about 5 years later. hahaha. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Bf and I talked and talked, played badminton, spend some time together, just to set things along after what happened this early morning. I think after the incidents happened recently, we might appreciate each other more now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Parents pick me up and we went back home for dinner. I'm going to sleep early tonight, I'm a little tired. hehe, before that, I might want to pick my clothes for tomorrow. Well, for start, tomorrow is the first day of my 2nd Sem. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; and new classmates. I am so going to miss my old classmates. We have been through much together. =] Will never forget them =] Going to miss you guys. haha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8150686388258783364?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8150686388258783364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-5th-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8150686388258783364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8150686388258783364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-5th-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 5th July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3678287996724519302</id><published>2010-07-04T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:16:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 4th July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I jogged with the family this morning. Dad wanted 12 rounds around an old builiding in the park from me, and I did it. Then he asked for another 4 rounds as he noticed that I wasn't too tired. He said I could choose what's the dinner tonight if I finish that 4 rounds. I told him I wouldn't know what to choose, he then suggested that I could leave the choice to him. Yea, then what's the point of me running that 4 rounds? My dad then said if I could run for another 4 rounds, he would pay for my bf's dinner. =] My bf was supposed to come back to kl tonight and I asked permission to pick him up at the bus station with dad, after that, we're supposed to have dinner together. I was so happy. OK! For the sake of my bf's dinner, I would run for 4 rounds! Today I ran for about 3.5km today. Fiu~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After 1 round, my abdomen started to feel slight pain, I pushed myself a little when I was finishing the 12 rounds initially. I have to keep myself motivated, 3 rounds more.. 2 and half more.. 1.. half round more!! I did it! When I was done with the extra 4 rounds, I wanted to stop. Dad kept pushing me, said that by the sound of my voice speaking, I could do more, he joked that he promised to pay for his dinner, but he didn't said he was going to pay for his drink! One more round! NO!!! I would rather pay for the drink myself! He is going to have a glass of mineral water! haha!! We walked back from the park to our house after dad ran for a few more rounds himself, the rest of us were exhausted. However, I was kind of happy, I thought, I'm going to see my bf today. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dad, mum and I watch the replay of football match of Paraguay and Spain. It was quite boring but the penalties were exciting! Until the last 6th minute, Spain scored 1 goal and that was it. Spain wasn't as good as Germany. I think that Germany is going to win this year's Fifa. =] So does dad. He supports Germany team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;After taking a shower, the whole family went out for lunch. Guess who is the driver? hehe. ME!!! Muahahaha!! Dad sat beside me while mum sat at the middle of the passenger sits behind, sis and helper at both ends. While I was driving, I was turning smoothly with appropreate speed and all, even dad did not complain anything, but mum was paniced and shouting at the back! Oh dear! How can I drive in situation like this?! With her screaming at the back while everyone else is as calm as water? Well, no one was complaining and dad said I did the right thing I could at this amateur level even when we were having our lunch. Mum was really exaggerating!! Too much from her! And she doesn't want me to drive to my college tomorrow! wth?? Haiz, got to gain her confidence first then. No other choice I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After sending the family home safely, dad had a special training with me on the L-parking. I suck at it still. Had a little problem parking in the shopping mall for lunch in the afternoon. I was too close to the right side and dad had to help me turn the steering because I couldn't think which direction should I turn. Right left left left right right straight right left.. @_@ dizzy. Yea, that's why I need all these training. Dad took me to empty parking lots, brought out a broom stick, two paper cupboards for my parking training. Fiu~ After about an hour of driving, neck strained, but I think I got some idea which direction I should turn. hehe. Right left straight left right. Sounds easy right? Yea right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After that, all I need to do now is put on my new yellow shorts, dress a little nicer, tidy up the room, my hopes are high. I am going to meet my bf tonight. He might not be coming over to my place, but still we are meeting tonight. He said so. He couldn't make it on Friday, he delayed Sunday morning until 8pm. Okay, I could still accept it, barely. Well, since I have got nothing to do now, I took a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I received a phone call, it was from my bf. He called to say that he will be late, he will reach kl around 9pm, then he'll come and find me. I told him he doesn't need to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I couldn't sleep later, I only had about 1 hour nap. I was angry, disappointed. I wanted to meet him so badly, my hope went up too high after so many delays, rejection. I thought tonight at 8pm was the last chance, my last strain of hope. 9pm? It was too late. We both have college tomorrow. hm, it wasn't the main reason. I was hurt, disappointed. The weight of the hope of meeting him crashed upon me. I just pushed myself into deeper depresion, I don't want to see him. I wouldn't know what to say to him when I meet him later. If I do, I wouldn't know if I could control my angry, disappointment from leashing out unto him. It won't do anything good for both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm.. haiz. whatever, I'm going to watch Date Night later. Hope the movie might lighten me up. hm. Maybe I think too much, we could always meet some other time. But.. but I was so looking forward to today! Haiz, hope I could still sleep tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3678287996724519302?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3678287996724519302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-4th-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3678287996724519302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3678287996724519302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-4th-july.html' title='Diary Entry 4th July'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4411497462877745067</id><published>2010-07-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T06:44:11.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 3rd July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today is the second day I drove my car. hehe. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sister has tuition today in PJ, I wanted to drive with mum beside (because dad was going out to meet his friend). &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Usually dad is the person who teaches me how to drive these days, and mum is still worried about me. She asked dad whether I could drive for that distance (from house to PJ, kind of far), dad said yes, and I instantly jumped off the sofa, :" I'm going to get my car key now." hehe. I was so excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sister heard that and asked for 15 minutes before going out of the house to write her Will. Evil, mean sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;However, mum thought we were running a bit late and decided that she should drive. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She was right, after lunch at Atria, sister was just in time for her tuition while I was left in the shopping mall while waiting for mum to pick me up after sending sis off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then dad came. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dad and mum switched cars. Dad was sitting in my car, and off we go practise the route to my college. =] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Later when we reached home, he helped me practised reverse parking. I drove for about 2 hours today. Dad said I am a fast learner. hehe, but I know I am kind of careless at times, and I understand driving has no room for error.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, I have got to try my very best then. =] I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In the evening, sister was working on her slide show, or rather movie maker, whichever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The slide show is actually some songs played with some of her favourite anime or manga characters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I helped her with the beat cue to change pictures, she catched up pretty fast. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hm, bf said he is coming back to KL tomorrow. It was supposed to be today. Well... I miss him very very much. sobs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I really want to talk to him, listen to his voice, see his face in real person again.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I know we aren't separated for very long, it's less than 36 hours, but I miss him terribly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Watch the football match between Brazil and Netherland, unexpectedly Brazil lost. Fiu~! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and I didn't watch the match between Uruguay and Ghana at 2.30am this morning. Heard from my dad that it was the most dramatic and exciting match he ever watched!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fuiyoh~ Fuiyoh~ =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Tonight will be the match between Argentina and Germany!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4411497462877745067?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4411497462877745067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-3rd-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4411497462877745067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4411497462877745067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-3rd-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 3rd July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7306328870332588786</id><published>2010-07-02T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T04:46:29.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 2nd July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hm, bf cancelled the date that we are supposed to have today, yesterday. We planned to go ice-skating but he is going to Johor to apply for something. Wish him all the best.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hm, what is it like to be with someone who have different opinion with you? Kind of difficult isn't it? I'm still finding a way to deal with it. I know it's not going to be easy for both of us. We are from different backgrounds. He and I got different ideas about life. I tried to convince him about my view, that my view is more beneficial in the long run but he won't take it. Maybe it is because I'm just a girl and he thinks that men are better in life, so he doesn't take my advice? But his best friend called, said the same thing to him, now he is listening. Haiz, why did I talk to him about this matter in this first place? I wasn't happy at all. I had a feeling that I shouldn't be talking to him, not until I find a reason to. He doesn't listen to me anyway. Either that, or maybe I'm just too bossy. Am I bossy? I just couldn't see him making mistakes for his future. Am I wrong? Am I being too harsh when I spoke to him? Maybe he is the only one who knows. Hm, I'll see how long this kind of arguement will last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When he's away, on his way to Johor, dad rented a car for me! hehe! At 3.30pm sharp, I got my car key! lol. Can't wait to drive around with dad, so I drove around with mum beside me (yea, I just got my license not long ago and I just started practising, so if you see me on the road, please, please do avoid me! ). After 2 rounds of driving around the neighbourhood, I decided that I have enough, (I know, all the excitement but I only drove 2 rounds, because that car is only 1.3cc, no strength. I feel like dragging a cow uphill when I hit the accelerator and hear the engine roar loudly but with speed of tortoise. Ok, I was exaggerating, still, it was slow and I couldn't go fast after I stopped the car completely with the leg brake, which makes me a lot less confidence when I'm at the T-junctions, because, when there's no car, I hit the accelerator, car moves slowly, then car starts to appear, and I'm in the middle of the road kind of situation. Got the picture? Haiz.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nevertheless, I feel like an adult now. hehe. house keys, car key... hehe. happy! =]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;At least the new car is my new comfort when my bf is not around... hm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-7306328870332588786?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7306328870332588786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-2nd-july-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7306328870332588786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7306328870332588786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/07/diary-entry-2nd-july-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 2nd July 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1316842241855993874</id><published>2010-06-22T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T04:18:54.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 22th June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Phew~ It has been a long long time since I last accessed this page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am having semester break now, actually started a month ago.. hehe, but I have Malaysian Studies every weekdays. I am working on a group project now and going to sit for the exam on the 25th June. Coincidently, my japanese exam is also on that day, night time though. Stress.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dear group members, Thanks for helping out for the project, and those who didn't get to do much, hope you guys can present it well during the presentation tomorrow. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hope everything will be done well by tomorrow. I got to finish the slides today, write the introduction,conclusion, reference list, content, front page,etc...  oh, dear..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Two days ago was Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang organized by Kasturi. After the whole ceremony, I went out with dear to Amcorp Mall. Haiz, in long dress and high heels, we took public transport all the way there. I don't know how many stations have I gone to and switch lane, I am sure I will get lost if he is not there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; lol. Finally, we reached there, not without the pain of walking in high heels. Haiz... I secretly cursed the person who set the destination, so far away from where I was in the morning. I better get a lunch treat from that person. Well, obviously I didn't get any, but at least I got the lunch I wanted, A&amp;amp;W!! My favourite, Root Beer Float! Here I come!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After lunch in A&amp;amp;W, he and his friends chit chat a while, we (including saddiq) went to Mid Valley by taxi. We bought the movie ticket to watch Toy Story 3 (my idea also, after all the walking, I make sure I get what I wanted in the end, hehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We purchased the ticket late and we had no choice but to choose the front seats (again, we could have watch other movie or not watch at all, but I REALLY want to watch Toy Story 3, so, sorry guys) and the front seats suck. My neck.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Kenny Roaster for dinner!!! fuiyoh! Dear paid for our dinner! heh heh heh, saddiq can't tease him for being cheap anymore. lol. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank you for the dinner sweetheart!! yum yum~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYme_OT8I/AAAAAAAAA24/Uj1ZPCFxpSo/s1600/SNC00563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYme_OT8I/AAAAAAAAA24/Uj1ZPCFxpSo/s320/SNC00563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485552133057957826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't believe it!! After watching Toy Story 3 in the cinema, I saw the mascot here in Mid V!!!! I am so totally Toy Story fan now!! btw, Toy Story 3 is good!! =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYmzfQP1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Wr9GcZg7UkY/s1600/SNC00567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYmzfQP1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Wr9GcZg7UkY/s320/SNC00567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485552138561011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dining in Kenny Roaster with sweetheart and his friend. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYmPyjOcI/AAAAAAAAA2w/dQyzIkr1LLM/s1600/SNC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYmPyjOcI/AAAAAAAAA2w/dQyzIkr1LLM/s320/SNC00559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485552128978270658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Next time remind me to sit BEHIND him, my arms.. sobs.. It looked so big now..&lt;br /&gt;oh, and this is the place, the same tree we took our first photo together. =] but this time, thanks Saddiq! hehe. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYlqhqcNI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RxqfD8yUpkE/s1600/SNC00557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYlqhqcNI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RxqfD8yUpkE/s320/SNC00557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485552118975328466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Long long dress~ hehe. I wanted to wait for the water to spray up from behind, but nvm, we missed the chance. p.s. actually it's not that hot to wear long dress in Malaysia. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and Happy Belated Father's Day and Happy 9th months anniversary today. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1316842241855993874?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1316842241855993874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/06/diary-entry-22th-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1316842241855993874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1316842241855993874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/06/diary-entry-22th-june-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 22th June 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/TCCYme_OT8I/AAAAAAAAA24/Uj1ZPCFxpSo/s72-c/SNC00563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1639492995129607386</id><published>2010-04-20T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:47:50.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 20th April 2010</title><content type='html'>I'm in the college library entering this post now. =] It's been a long time since I last blog. I didn't have the time. Every day after college, I reached home around 7pm if I take the bus. Earlier if mum or dad fetches me, then I would take a nap, or none at all. I nap when I have the time, if not, then shower. later I have my dinner, then start doing homework at 9pm. Sometimes I couldn't finish my homework, needless to say, time for revision. March intake ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a stressful life I'm leading now. Maybe partly because I'm giving myself stress and pressure to achieve my goal. For example, I got 70% for my second chem quiz. (hey, there was only 4 questions, one mark carries lots of percentage) I thought I was doing quite okay, since teacher said in class that the average mark in class in 57%. I was feeling kinda nice, until I saw a girl getting 100%. It's not like I'm jealous of her or something, it's just that, someone achieved it, so I thought, so could I. but why didn't I? pressure comes in. Later in the afternoon, I studied chem during break, and got myself stuck with the same question 45 mins ago and dizziness. Lack of oxygen when I bent down my head too long. haiz. I had a bad day after since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my break, I got chem class again. Thank God the teacher showed us a short funny video clip and reminded me how good it is to laugh so hard again. hm, moral of the story, remember to take a break and don't forget to laugh during your blue period. Never felt better. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, yesterday got Eng test, writing expository essay. Haiz, I didn't have time to finish my concluding paragraph, I had to finish up my reference list first, if not the penalty is going to be severe. hm, think I need better time management, I just need another 10 mins. phew, hope I don't get too low for my mark. I need an average of 85% for each subject to reach the minimum enquirement for the university!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... gotta go now. Class starting soon. hehe, actually I'm supposed to study during this break, but well, I did my homework yesterday night. so, I deserve this break right? It might be another month until u see me again.. haha. tata =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1639492995129607386?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1639492995129607386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/04/diary-entry-20th-april-2010.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1639492995129607386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1639492995129607386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/04/diary-entry-20th-april-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 20th April 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8312765871262742164</id><published>2010-03-11T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:43:18.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spm Result Release Day - 11th March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't want to wake up this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mum followed me to school to get my result, she's not there for moral support, she's just there to see my facial expression. that's all. hehe. Before I leave the house, dad even said, if I didn't get 10As and above, I'm not allowed to go out with my friends to ou, neither I can go back home. tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I got 8A+,2A,1A- for mandarin. haiz. 2As for bm and eng lit. Well, I tried my best at that time. It's just a little sad coz I didn't get A for mandarin. tsk tsk. Well, at least I can apply for rm8000 scholarship, althought I missed the chance for a full tuition fee scholarship. Congrats to all my friends who got good results in SPM, especially Anis who got 10A+ and Erica for 9A+. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, althought I'm not one of the 214 students who get full A+, but I'm one of the 7000++ students who got straight As. So, I'm happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I went to ou later with a bunch of classmates. Had lunch, bought movie ticket, hang around, watched Alice in the Wonderland (2D). I saw lots friends from primary school and tuition in ou! JY, HJ, SE and KQ. =] It's nice to see some old friends. =] hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dinner with Hock Soon and his family. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8312765871262742164?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8312765871262742164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-result-release-day-11th-march-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8312765871262742164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8312765871262742164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-result-release-day-11th-march-2010.html' title='Spm Result Release Day - 11th March 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1011159185250026580</id><published>2010-02-28T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:29:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 28th Feb 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chap Goh Meh! It's last day of Chinese New Year!!! and it's the Valentine's day according to Chinese calendar/tradition. so, Happy Chinese Valentine's Day sweetheart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday Nicole!! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I went to Klcc today to celebrate nicole's bday with her and friends. hehe. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We went for lunch at California Pizza, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then we went to Aquaria! instead of movie. =p hehe. I got a little dizzy watching the exhibition. refraction of light from the fish tanks/ tunnels. @.@ headache. spinning and spinning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;About 5pm, dad came and pick me up. First thing I did when I finally reached home (even the time I waited for the lift to reach my floor was like decades), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;besides taking off my shoes (high heels to be exact, so tiring to walk in those, for so many hours some more!!!), is to "collapse" on my bed. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dad woke me up from nap, had dinner, and watch Gran Torito. hm, kinda sad ending, but I thought it was kinda nice. =] an old man with weird attitude, even his sons and grandchildren dont like him. He doesnt have any friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;but later he got close with his neighbour- the Hmongs. and the story goes on. He found what is "life" (because he doesnt have one before), and he sacrifised himself so that his neighbours/Thao and Sue will not be disturbed by the Hmong gangsters anymore. uhuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I think the ending is sad because the old man died, but at least he died knowing what life is, and he finally made some friends, although he was not close to his family at all, except his dog Daisy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1011159185250026580?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1011159185250026580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-28th-feb-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1011159185250026580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1011159185250026580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-28th-feb-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 28th Feb 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3140516689914476083</id><published>2010-02-22T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:32:01.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 21st February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/S4I_GVcYajI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ee2gsvhgPYc/s1600-h/SNC00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/S4I_GVcYajI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ee2gsvhgPYc/s320/SNC00240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440980677884930610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/S4I-c38AY6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EfJXVyqTfzI/s1600-h/SNC00238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/S4I-c38AY6I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EfJXVyqTfzI/s320/SNC00238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440979965589873570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajahn Brahm is giving a talk, organize by Buddhist Gem Fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, frankly, I'm not a Buddhist, went I read a book written by Ajahn about happiness on life and all, got interested, and I went for his talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, most of the stories he uses in the talk are written in the book. I got a copy of the book (the book I read before was my dad's friend's book, so gotta return), and most importantly, I got his signature at the end of the talk!! hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the book's title is Who Ordered This Truckload of Dung? "inspiring stories for welcoming life's difficulties". It's a good book, go get one! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3140516689914476083?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3140516689914476083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/ajahn-brahm-is-giving-talk-organize-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3140516689914476083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3140516689914476083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/ajahn-brahm-is-giving-talk-organize-by.html' title='Diary Entry 21st February'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/S4I_GVcYajI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ee2gsvhgPYc/s72-c/SNC00240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-905624825509177643</id><published>2010-02-16T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:14:11.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 16th February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All the relatives are leaving KL today. Today is send them off day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Morning, sent aunt n family, then in the afternoon, I went to Daiso with grandma, uncle's fam and mum. I bought a few interesting stuff there.. I have yet to explore more on the shopping mall. lots of cute2 stuff, for ie, music box!!!!!! I want!!! well, maybe next time. =] when i can finally decide which song. lol. Canon in D? Colours of the wind? of Under the sea?? lol. or Beauty and the beast?? lol, quite a few to choose from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Afternoon: Foot Massage, about an hour after lunch. hm~~ Enjoy. =] hehe. Later, we went back home, uncle packed a few stuffs and off they go, with grandma and his family. Our house is finally quiet again. =] and I, am gonna have some nap, to charge back my battery after last night lack of sleep. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-905624825509177643?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/905624825509177643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-16th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/905624825509177643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/905624825509177643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-16th-february-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 16th February 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1208750398857517474</id><published>2010-02-16T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:08:46.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 15th February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Morning: Breakfast at Pelita. Nasi Lemak biasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Afternoon: take a big fam photo, then head to port klang, going to pulau ketam. 90mins car ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                  : reached pulau ketam by boat,45mins ride, had seafood lunch. I noticed the locals use bicycles to travel around the island. We spent some time walking around, taking photos and all. hehe. then we headed back to Port Klang. another 1hr ride (coz different boat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Evening: When we reached to the main land, we went to have dinner at Kuala Selangor. Saw the Sun Wu Kong temple! hehe! (monkey!my zodiac!lol) had dinner at some seafood restaurant in tourist area. By the time we finished our dinner, it's 9.40pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Night: Fireflies!! (by owl city) lol. no la, I mean, we are going to see Fireflies in Kuala Selangor!! hahaha!! We waited for a while at the ticket counter, the worker are waiting for a higher river tide. When it's our turn for the ride, it was the last ride for the day, it was almost 11pm. The fireflies were beautiful, the sky is clear too. I think I saw a fallen star there. =p but, it's was a memorable trip, the beauty of nature, of the kelip2, although the ride was less than 15 minutes, and we missed the peak time for fireflies to come out, which is 8pm until 9pm, after that, fireflies are full or sleepy. lol. lot's of them not at the leaves anymore for us to see. =]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We reached home that night at 1am. I took a quick shower and slept at about 2am. It was a tiring day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1208750398857517474?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1208750398857517474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-15th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1208750398857517474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1208750398857517474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-15th-february-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 15th February 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6568760850137789533</id><published>2010-02-16T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:46:41.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine's Day! - 14th February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR AND HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This morning, we got nothing much to do, the adults were busy preparing for this aftertoon's BBQ at my place. =] so, Jess, Emelyn and I decided to go Pavillion to shop. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, it didnt actually go as we plan, which is to shop, but because of quite a few shops were closed, so, we decided to watch a movie in the cinema. haha, I met up with my bf there. =] Thx for coming over, sweetheart! hehe. So, we had hard time deciding which movie. The options were Tiger WooHoo(emelyn and my vote,n of coz with me,i gt him, hehe. which make it 3 outta 4), Valentine's Day (Emelyn's vote) and The Wolfman (Jess' vote). Lol, turns out in the end, we had to choose The Wolfman, because Tiger WooHoo doesnt have nice seating, Valentine's Day is full, where as The Wolfman is quite empty. (Of course, who wants to watch Wolfman on CNY or Valentine's Day? definitely not my idea. lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After we bought the ticket, we had lunch at Pepper Lunch, I think this is the name of the restaurant. I ordered Salmon Carbonara, I like it. =] After lunch, cousins and I split, so I have some time with my bf. hehe. We walked around. =p Not long later, the movie started. When the movie ends, bf havta go, cousins and I waited for mum to fetch us home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BBQ~~ haha, dad invited some guests over. He had lots of fish and chicken, sotong also. We had can drinks, keropok, mandarin orange and so on. I didnt eat much though, bbq food is not really my taste. =p When the sun sets, we had to pack up our stuffs and head back to our units. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me and sister went back first and took shower, that's one day. =] oh, of coz, we exchanged angpau in the morning. hehe =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6568760850137789533?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6568760850137789533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-and-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6568760850137789533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6568760850137789533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-and-happy.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine&apos;s Day! - 14th February 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1103057797292345059</id><published>2010-02-15T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:53:04.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve - 13th February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Grandma, aunt, uncles and their family (dad's side) all arrived KL today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Our family, as the host, got to help unpacking their stuffs, talk about the new year plan. Well, at least that's for the adults, and we (my cousins and I), the adolescents get ourselves busy by having our girls talk. hehehe. Lots of stuff to talk. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;At night, we had steamboat in my house! Wow! There's so many types of dishes! unfortunately, there's lots of leftover too. There are about 16 of us. Adults were sitting in the dining room, while the children sat at the balcony, enjoying the night view, and had a great laugh seeing how my sister fight and being all mad about getting more longan. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Jess, Emelyn and I actually planned to sleep at the balcony that night, continue our girls talk and all. lol, well, it didnt work out. We were sleepy and tired. We slept on our bed in our room instead. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1103057797292345059?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1103057797292345059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-eve-13th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1103057797292345059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1103057797292345059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-eve-13th-february-2010.html' title='New Year Eve - 13th February 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1985698327930353763</id><published>2010-02-05T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:59:02.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 6th February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's only 1.27pm or 1327hour now on the 6th of February 2010, and I'm thinking the world has turned upside down for me... Things aren't going the way I planned recently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. I did not want to go for the bengkel amali on Thursday but Mum insisted on it. I wanted to sit for it on Saturday because my boyfriend is going for the same bengkel on Saturday, which is today. We thought we could meet up today. Well, my mum didn't know why I insisted hard on going for Saturday, and she put me in the Thursday class. When I finally told her the reason I want Saturday, she blamed me for not telling her earlier! I have been telling her since forever (about me wanting to go on sat!! wth?) and now my boyfriend is trying to make me feel bad for not going for the Saturday class. and he did.. he blamed me for not successfully persuaded my mum.. FINE!!!!! yeah go ahead, u guys blame me for everything! Mum and dear, I'm the worst person on earth! but I had enough of "my mistakes". so I don't care. Damn, being a perfectionist isn't happy at all! I planned, ok? I planned everything, taking test on Thurs and bengkel on Sat. Unfortunately it didn't work out that way.. SO?? ARGH!!!!! I feel so frustrated now, and I don't know what I'm saying, and I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. I can't decide what I want to wear tomorrow! Being sweet is not really my thing, I guess. Haiz.. Fine, whatever. I'll just wear something that I feel comfortable with. If it's ugly or odd... Screw it, I don't really care anymore. Sue me!! ARGH!!! maybe going out more often with him will make me feel better.. got pressure weyh. haiz, since when I'm so concern about what he thinks of me?! or his parents. whatever la, if they don't like it, buy me a T-shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. When on earth is sis gonna ask me to do her hair? Mum's been complaining! and she had to return the kimono today!! and sis? why on earth do you have to fall sick? You skipped school for two days, and all you did at home was online, reading manga, listening music and yelling!! GO TO SCHOOL! ARGH! You do not look sick at all! You even skipped all the tuitions! IDIOT!! How can you always get sicker when it's time for tuition? and before that, you are as strong as a tigeress, right after mum said you can skip school!! and you better stop argueing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Hartamas Sport's Day! Where is the usual place? Damn!! I want to go but no transport! and all my friends have college or work!! haiz, I'm like orang sesat weyh. jobless and schooless. Wtv..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5. My dad's retirement starts today. He better not kacau me too often nor complain how messy is my room. It's actually not messy at all, k? It's just that I took a few things out because I want to make some hand craft. haiz, have to start to learn cooking too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;*reply letter to foster family (before CNY, hm.. deadline? let's make it on 9th.)&lt;br /&gt;*hm.. his Valentine's Present ..(deadline? today)&lt;br /&gt;*dad's belated birthday card...(deadline? today or tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;*Finish up Nelson Mandela. (deadline? hm.. 31st March)&lt;br /&gt;*Japanese class homework/ study (deadline? hm...28th February)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. ARGH! I got piano lesson later in the afternoon! PRACTISE PRACTISE PRACTISE!!!! gosh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night still got event. I hope this don't screw up again. nevermind, screwed up also I don't mind anymore, my life is already screwed up anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1985698327930353763?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1985698327930353763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-6th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1985698327930353763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1985698327930353763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-6th-february-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 6th February 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4725529749011375024</id><published>2010-02-04T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:09:00.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 4th February 2010</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!!! lol, I Passed Undang Test!!! 49/50!! sat for bengkel amali today also.. so, I'm just going to wait until my L license found its way to me!!! hehehe.. I know la, most of my friends already got their P license.. bla bla bla. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4725529749011375024?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4725529749011375024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-4th-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4725529749011375024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4725529749011375024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-4th-february-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 4th February 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8364173653052591553</id><published>2010-02-03T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:48:18.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 3rd February 2010</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm going to take the Ujian Teori Komputer. After a months of relaxing the whole day, not touching books nor studying, I start to feel the pressure of taking test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take the test in both languages, found out that, surprisingly I'm more familiar with Malay version instead of English. Now, I'm a bit confused what language to use tomorrow because I thought I'm sure going to take the test in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few trial in the disc I got. When doing the Malay version, I can check the wrong answer I made during the test, but for English version, I can only do so if I fail the test. That's why I'm a bit afraid to take the test in English because I have no idea which question I get wrong in the trial tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Feeling a bit pressured now, hope I can pass the test tomorrow. Wish me luck and all the best! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8364173653052591553?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8364173653052591553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-3rd-february-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8364173653052591553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8364173653052591553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/02/diary-entry-3rd-february-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 3rd February 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2758556229560363857</id><published>2010-01-27T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:28:12.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 27th January 2010</title><content type='html'>After 3 days straight being a couch potato, finally I finished IRIS and Hwangjinyi yesterday. Both are korean drama. If ppl u got time, do watch. =] now, I'm gonna start catching up with the world - reading newspaper. fiu~ the pile is getting higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, I miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2758556229560363857?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2758556229560363857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-entry-27th-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2758556229560363857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2758556229560363857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-entry-27th-january-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 27th January 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6361094752509321178</id><published>2010-01-27T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:21:09.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way With Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;article by Heather Hansen,founder of Hansen Speech&amp;amp;Training Training.&lt;br /&gt;*found in The Star 25th Jan 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Use these 10 language tips to improve the way you speak and present yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What does your language say about you? Do you present yourself well by using proper grammar and pronunciation? Or could you be sabotaging yourself without even realising it? Make this the year you improve the way you speak. Fine-tune the little things that make a big difference with these 10 language tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Speak positively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You language influences your thoughts just as much as your thoughts influence your language. When you set your resolutions for the year did you list,"Stop smoking" or "Breathe freely"? Make sure that you are sending yourself a positive images with the language you use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Practise tongue twisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If you are concerned about the way you speak or the way you pronounce certain sounds,tongue twisters are a fun and easy way to begin making process in the right direction. A simple web search will give you lots of ideas. Practice saying the tongue twisters in front of the mirror so you can see how your mouth moves to make the different sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Set language goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Whether you want to speak more clearly,correctly or confidently, set goals for yourself. For example, if you want to improve your vocabulary, set a goal to learn 10 new words per week (or whatever number you think is fair).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The best way to improve your language skills and become a better speaker and writer is to read - a lot. Choose magazines, books, newspapers and online resources that not only interest you, but also have good English language content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. Observe good language models&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Whether you are choosing something to read, or choosing who and what you listen to, the most important thing is that the people you emulate need to speak very English very well! Remember, practice doesn't make perfect - perfect practice does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. Play word games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Word games are a great way to keep your mind active, build new vocabulary and increase creativity. Solve a crossword puzzle, do a word search or choose one of the hundreds of different games that you can find on the internet. Take a breather from your work and work out your mind in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. Be aware of body language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't forget the non-verbal messages you send! Many people think of language and communication as what they say, but what you do is even more important. To show polite interest in what someone is saying, sit up straight, lean slightly towards the listener and hold comfortable eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8. Speak considerately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Remember all the lessons your mother taught you. Say "Please" and "Thank you". Slow down in large crowds and say, "Excuse me", when you bump into people! These may seem like little, unimportant things, but they say a lot about the type of person you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;9. Proofread your work - every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Do not write one letter, send one e-mail or submit one report without checking over your work. Look out for things like your use of commas and apostrophes, typos and spelling errors. Nobody gets everything right on the first try. Assume there are errors and find them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10. Don't use a long word where a short one will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This famous rule is one too many of us forget. Remember that communication is not a vocabulary contest. Successful communication depends on people understanding your meaning. Use common words and phrases instead of over-inflated prose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When it comes to the way you speak, sometimes the smallest change can make the biggest impact. Choose your favourite three tips and start implementing them today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6361094752509321178?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6361094752509321178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-with-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6361094752509321178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6361094752509321178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-with-words.html' title='A Way With Words'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4075303997552934628</id><published>2010-01-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:13:10.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who's looking for a job, I just happened to read this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;6 Ways To Wreck Your Job Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Business Insider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Most importantly, make a great first impression. Check your email address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Note to job applicants: Since email accounts are free, how about a basic first initial/last name combo instead of snoopyluv@aol.com?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;2.Don't over-exaggerate on your resume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Note: Attending a meeting is not the same as "co-leading team events" or "serving as part of the project brain trust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;3.Don't pile on the perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Wondering if today's applicant applied her perfume with a hose instead of a mister..Jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;4.Don't be needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;'Joe': "You're my first interview since the summer." Me (in my head):"Great, every employer had the sense to pass on this guy except me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5.Don't flirt with your interviewer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Note to 'Val': I may in fact be "hot" or "smoking", but sharing that with me in the interview is kind of a negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6.Don't already have one foot out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey Len: When I give you a chance to ask me a few questions, your very first inquiry should not be "When can I take vacation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4075303997552934628?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4075303997552934628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-those-whos-looking-for-job-i-just.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4075303997552934628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4075303997552934628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-those-whos-looking-for-job-i-just.html' title='For those who&apos;s looking for a job, I just happened to read this.'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-9178114408539423958</id><published>2010-01-12T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:15:29.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, read here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is really sweet........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When a boy is quiet ...millions of things are running in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When a boy is not arguing ... he is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When a boy looks at u with eyes full of questions... he is wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;how long you will be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-When a boy answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;...he is not at all fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-When a boy stares at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;... he is wondering why you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt; are lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-When a boy sat on your lap he is wishing 4 u to his forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-When a boy want to see you everyday, he want to be pampered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-When a boy says ' I love you ' ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;he means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-When a boy says ' I miss you ' ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;no one in this world can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;miss you more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Life only comes aroundonce make sure u spend it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;with the right person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Find a Guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-Who calls you beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;instead of hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-Who calls you back when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt; you hang up on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-Wait for the guy who ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt; kisses your forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-Who holds your hand in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;front of his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-Who is constantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;reminding you of how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;he cares about you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;how lucky he is to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;-Who turns to his friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;"&gt;and says, ' That's her!! ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-9178114408539423958?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/9178114408539423958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-read-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/9178114408539423958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/9178114408539423958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-read-here.html' title='Girls, read here..'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4484034763334352416</id><published>2010-01-10T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T05:05:30.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 9th January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I went to KL Convention Centre for STAR Education Fair with Hock Soon. =] saw Patrick there, helping out at Inti. Open day on 30th and 31st January 2010 at Inti Subang Jaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then after I'm done finding infos I need for my further studies, he brought me to KL Central to meet his family. Before we leave KLCC, he bought me Rotiboy! hehe. When we arrived at KL Central, his car was already waiting, mum, dad and bro waiting for us. We went to HELP, get his economics book and had lunch separately from his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I ordered nasi goreng biasa and he had economic rice (plain rice, with drumstick and gravy). In the end, we switched because I thought the nasi goreng was spicey, and my beloved sweetheart offered to switch. =) but he should also add some vegetable in his diet. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Then we headed home. He was doing his Maths homework and I was reading his English Legal System. Law studies. =) We were like this for about two hours until he finished his Maths, then he brought me out for a walk around his house, his jogging path. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When we came back, Saru was jumping on me, lol. She seems excited. wow, even though I have lots of dogs back in mum's hometown, she's the most hyperactive one, no wonder she's called Saru. lol. =] She is quite small in size, white fur but with dirt, she seems to be a very happy dog. =] because she has such a great family owner. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We reached home, wash our arms and legs. Pity hock soon, one arm only don't know being attacked by nyamuk for how many times already, but I only have one or two bites through out the walk. =p When we were done, Curry puff and tea were served on the table. Wow. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then, I had a shower in his house, before his family brought us out for dinner and send me home after that. =]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today is a day I shall always remember. hehe. Went to his house, met his parents, and ehem... etc. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4484034763334352416?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4484034763334352416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-entry-9th-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4484034763334352416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4484034763334352416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-entry-9th-january-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 9th January 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6857176421233105379</id><published>2010-01-06T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:04:20.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 4th Jan and 6th Jan 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th January 2010-- Happy Birthday Louie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For those fellow friends who can't make it to his surprise birthday dinner at Souled Out, let me briefly tell you guys what we did la. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At 7.00pm, I reached Souled Out, because Erica said it's around 7, she didn't tell me that the time has changed to later =p So, when I reached there, there was only Erica and Nicole, then comes Glen. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hm, it was until around 9 that we started ordering and dinner was served. The guys, especially the birthday boy had beer, I think, and some shots. =p haha. celebrating that we are not under 18 anymore!! lol. We sang birthday song I don't know how many times already, since there were another 2 groups of people celebrating birthday on the same floor also. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After we took group pictures, we went to Solaris. lol, Chew wanted to find the hot bartender at a snooker centre (p.s. under 18 is not allowed), but she wasn't there. =p So, we walked to Melvin's place. On the way, some guys bought a bottle of beer. Mandev bought a can of Coke. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The guys shared the beer. chit chat a little while. No one is drunk la. bt before the birthday boy was heading back home, the guys carried him up, tried to take off his belongings like his phone, keys and wallet and stuff, and threw him into the pool! Poor Louie, unfortunately, when he came out of the pool, twisted his shirt dry, and someone noticed that his camera was still in the pool. =p Well, since he still have his photos on facebook, so, I would think that his camera is still alright, thanks to Jeremy. haha, put the battery, memory card, etc in uncooked rice, it helps sucking water out of it. =p Well then, we call it a night. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6th January 2010-- Happy Birthday Vanessa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vanessa invited me to her birthday celebration in Mid Valley. (lol, luckily someone invited me out, if not I really don't know what to do at home) We wanted to have lunch at Sushi Zenmai in the Gardens, but it was packed. So, we went to YUZU Japanese Restaurant. Well, it's not exactly the cheapest japanese restaurant you can find. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There were 13 of us, there were 2 couples, not mine (sweetheart, I wish you were here. =p) haha. We finished our lunch at about 4pm (including taking some photos and chit chat around), then we went to Red Box Karaoke. We spent 4 hours in there. Luckily I didn't lose much of my voice. hm~ I'm starting to like to go to Karaoke, with some friends, of course. This would be my 3rd time going in Red Box. lol. =] We sang birthday song for the birthday girl. Someone made a cake, present giving time. I hope Van still can accept my present, because I was in a rush for getting her present prepared. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After 8pm, JinYi went home, and I was about to leave. After saying good bye and all, I followed JinYi back to Mid Valley. We separated after that, I had dinner alone while waiting dad to finish his and come to fetch me. I was having dinner at EK, maybe the waitress saw that I'm just a young little girl and alone, wa, she never even once smiled at me when taking my order, she never even spoken a word or a make a sound. I was smiling at her, hope that I can some respond, obviously she didn't notice me, why would she. Hurmph! anyway, whatever la, done with dinner then I quickly ciao already. If I'm late, dad will scold me again. Another day spent with friends, with joy. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6857176421233105379?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6857176421233105379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/4th-january-2010-happy-birthday-louie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6857176421233105379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6857176421233105379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2010/01/4th-january-2010-happy-birthday-louie.html' title='Diary Entry 4th Jan and 6th Jan 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3579012741804212271</id><published>2009-12-31T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:06:55.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 1st Jan 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My first post in this new year =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;New Year wish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. I wish to study in the course I choose as soon as possible.. friends are starting their courses in January, but seems like I havta wait until my SPM results come out? hm.. but I'm currently looking for more information about the courses, pre-u programmes, universities and so on. Just to make sure I will not choose the wrong option. Hmm, I want to catch up with my friends who study earlier than me as soon as possible, I dont want to be left behind. =p and I want to be the one of the top students in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. I'm a very shy person, dad always advise me that "it is alright to be embarrassed once in a while, dont value the "mask" more than the real you". Hopefully this year, I will become a person with more confidence and not afraid to do mistakes but learn from it. I will try my best to improve myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. Learn how to drive, do house chores and cooking. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. My family, friends and I would be healthy and filled with happiness in this new year. I try not to make dad and mum angry, try not to argue with sis and may all my friends be healthy and dont forget me. Keep in touch yo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. May our relationship be better. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. Hope that all my wishes come true. =] ie. skip NS, go travel, go out with friends more often...etc. hehe.. and be smarter and prettier. =p keep my head cool all the time, help people more too. cornie, smile always! and always be strong, no matter what you are facing, and always remember, you are not alone. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3579012741804212271?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3579012741804212271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/12/diary-entry-1st-jan-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3579012741804212271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3579012741804212271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/12/diary-entry-1st-jan-2010.html' title='Diary Entry 1st Jan 2010'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1454384780446898821</id><published>2009-12-19T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T06:03:23.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week after my last paper of SPM</title><content type='html'>Mon (14th Dec 2009) was my mandarin paper. Done with it already. Watched UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues (15th Dec 2009) went out with classmates (Melvin, Louie, Jagshey, Fariq, Ben, Mandev, Iman and Anis) to 1U. Watched New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed (16th Dec 2009) stayed at home tidy up room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs (17th Dec 2009) Hartamas Senior Prom Night 2009!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri (18th Dec 2009) mum, sis go back to mum's hometown, grandma, uncles and cousin come over from Kedah and Hong Kong. Nite, family dinner at Pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat (19th Dec 2009) went to Mid V with Patrick!! Bel, Eddison and Shiwen!! =] Watched Storm Warriors 2. Nite, family dinner at Unique Seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun (20th Dec 2009) going out to Pavillion with Hock Soon!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1454384780446898821?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1454384780446898821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-after-my-last-paper-of-spm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1454384780446898821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1454384780446898821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-after-my-last-paper-of-spm.html' title='The week after my last paper of SPM'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2100024613006118792</id><published>2009-12-12T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:42:34.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 12th Dec 2009- Pavi then Sepang!</title><content type='html'>180 supercars gathered at in front of Pavillion, next to Starhill Gallery.. Ferrari, Lambo, Porche, Lotus and lots more! lol. Some of the cars that caught my attentions: Lamborghini Countach, Audi R8,Lotus Elise, Aston Martin.. and my all time favourite Ferrari F430 Scuderia. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, some went straight home, some went to Sepang Race track and had some fun! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 17 years of my life, this is the first time I am on Sepang Race track. Rm300 per car to run on the track. =] haha. Dad drove me for the first 2 rounds. He spun on the forth turn in the 2nd round, luckily no harm done. After he restarted the enjine, the car is back on track, making its way into the pit stop. Dad asked his friend, Mr Lee to drive me another 2 rounds. Dad said he is a better driver, and he is. He drove the car faster and sharper at each corner. I am not sure how fast he went, and I heard stories that people's face went pale after being in the passenger sit in any of the supercars, but to me, it was kinda normal. The car is not going as fast as I thought it would be. I was more exciting to wear the helmet before the drive starts than being in the car when someone drives it. haha, maybe I did not enjoy as much as I was not the one driving the car. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began busy taking photos of supercars passing through the home run (the straight path of the circuit facing the pit stop) and I am getting better at it whenever each car passed by, I took some photos that I liked. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event ended at 5pm. Dad went a few rounds with Mr Lee to get familiar with the track. A quarter before 5pm, dad drove me one last round. I enjoyed it. Being on the track, i mean, and dad drove smoother now. Unfortunately, dad's right back tyre was too hot. 81 degree celcius and the alarm started beeping. Not really good sign. The brake is too hot and if push further, dad's car might end  up with only 3 tyres left. Accidents will happen and it happened before today. The track was on red light twice because someone had some accidents somewhere. Mostly slide to the side of the road onto the stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I really really enjoyed being on the racetrack. It's like, wow, I am here, where all the F1 professional drivers have been racing once every year. =] haha. Wonder when will be the next chance I try this again. Hopefully dad still have the stamina to drive like this. haha. because he would never let me drive his car to the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to talk about what happened today or how i felt. So much so much. However, I'll just going to leave it. Furthermore, I don't have much time. I still have a mandarin paper to sit for in SPM. Time to study. I've already spent a whole day enjoying myself, doing something unrelated to studies at all. Wish me luck! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2100024613006118792?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2100024613006118792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/12/diary-entry-12th-dec-2009-pavi-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2100024613006118792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2100024613006118792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/12/diary-entry-12th-dec-2009-pavi-then.html' title='Diary Entry 12th Dec 2009- Pavi then Sepang!'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2951152423776849257</id><published>2009-12-01T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:20:10.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im loving Rihanna's songs -Run This Town&amp; Russian Roulette</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';color:black;" &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jay-Z - Run This Town Lyrics&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'color:black;" &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it coming in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the screams from everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to thrill,&lt;br /&gt;Its a dangerous love affair,&lt;br /&gt;Can't be scared when nickels down,&lt;br /&gt;Got a problem tell me now,&lt;br /&gt;Only thing thats on my mind is who gon run this town tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Who gon run this town tonite,&lt;br /&gt;We gon run this town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jay-Z)&lt;br /&gt;We are,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I said it we are,&lt;br /&gt;This is Roc Nation,&lt;br /&gt;Pledge your allegiance,&lt;br /&gt;Get your fatigues on,&lt;br /&gt;All black everything,&lt;br /&gt;Black cards, blacks cars,&lt;br /&gt;All black everything,&lt;br /&gt;And that girls a black birds riding with their dillingers,&lt;br /&gt;I get more in depth,&lt;br /&gt;If you boys really real enough&lt;br /&gt;This is la Familia, I'll explain later,&lt;br /&gt;But for now let me get back to this paper,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a couple bands down,&lt;br /&gt;And im tryin get back,&lt;br /&gt;I gave doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks,&lt;br /&gt;Me im talking 5 comma 6 zero's, got zero's,&lt;br /&gt;Back to running circles round, nigga&lt;br /&gt;Now we squared up, Hold uuuup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rihanna - Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Life's a game and but its not fair,&lt;br /&gt;I break the rules so I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;So i keep doing my own thing,&lt;br /&gt;Walking tall against the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Victory's within the mile,&lt;br /&gt;Almost there don't give up now,&lt;br /&gt;Only thing thats on my mind is who's gon run this town tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeey&lt;br /&gt;Who's gon run this town tonite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jay-Z)&lt;br /&gt;We are,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I said it we are,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me Ceasar,&lt;br /&gt;In a dark ceasar,&lt;br /&gt;Please follow the leader,&lt;br /&gt;So Eric B we are,&lt;br /&gt;Microphone fiend, this the return of The God,&lt;br /&gt;Peace God,&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;It aint no nobody fresher,&lt;br /&gt;Im in mason, ah, martin, margella,&lt;br /&gt;On the table screaming fuck the other side they jealous,&lt;br /&gt;We got a banquet full of broads,&lt;br /&gt;They got a table full of fella's,&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaahh, and they aint spending no cake,&lt;br /&gt;They should throw they hand in cos they aint got no spades,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my whole team got dough,&lt;br /&gt;So my banquet is looking like millionaires row.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rihanna - Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Life's a game and but its not fair,&lt;br /&gt;I break the rules so I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;So i keep doing my own thing,&lt;br /&gt;Walking tall against the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Victory's within the mile,&lt;br /&gt;Almost there don’t give up now,&lt;br /&gt;Only thing thats on my mind is who's gon run this town tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeey&lt;br /&gt;Who's gon run this town tonite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kanye West)&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow,&lt;br /&gt;To everybody on your dick, no homo,&lt;br /&gt;I bought my whole family whips, no volvo's&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm in Church please no photos,&lt;br /&gt;Police escorts, everybody passports,&lt;br /&gt;This the life that everybody ask for&lt;br /&gt;This the fast life we are on a crash course&lt;br /&gt;What you think i rap for to push a fucking Rav 4,&lt;br /&gt;But i know that if I stay stunting,&lt;br /&gt;All these girls only gon want one thing,&lt;br /&gt;I can spend my whole life good will hunting,&lt;br /&gt;Only good gon come is its good when Im coming,&lt;br /&gt;She got an ass that will swallow up a G-string,&lt;br /&gt;And up top ahh, 2 bee stings,&lt;br /&gt;And im beasting off the re sling,&lt;br /&gt;And my nigga just made it out the precinct,&lt;br /&gt;We give a damn bout the drama that your dude bring,&lt;br /&gt;Im just tryin change the color of your mood ring,&lt;br /&gt;Reebok baby, you need to try some new things,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?&lt;br /&gt;Whats that Ye? baby these heels,&lt;br /&gt;Is that a make?&lt;br /&gt;Whaaat,&lt;br /&gt;Baby these wheels,&lt;br /&gt;You trippin when you aint sippin, have a refill&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you running huh, now you know how we feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey,&lt;br /&gt;We gon run this town tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif';color:black;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-size:85%;"  &gt;Russian Roulette by Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a breath, take it deep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Calm yourself,” he says to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you play, you play for keeps&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take the gun, and count to three&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m sweating now, moving slow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No time to think, my turn to go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can see my heart beating&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can see it through my chest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said I’m terrified, but I’m not leaving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I must pass this test&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So just pull the trigger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say a prayer to yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He says, “Close your eyes, sometimes it helps”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then I get a scary thought&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That he’s here means he’s never lost&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can see my heart beating&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, you can see it through my chest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said I’m terrified, but I’m not leaving&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I must pass this test&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So just pull the trigger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my life flashes before my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it’s too late to think of the value of my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can see my heart beating&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, you can see it through my chest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said I’m terrified, but I’m not leaving, no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I must pass this test&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can see my heart beating&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, you can see it through my chest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m terrified, but I’m not leaving, no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I must pass this test&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So just pull the trigger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2951152423776849257?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2951152423776849257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-loving-rihannas-songs-run-this-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;easily understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how i feel because i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really like starfish,but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one seems to believe me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pillow is wet for one night is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough,but I would remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the feelings,the feelings that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do not belong to me anymore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least for now stay strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like I always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5871101112665537128?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4284120338667996032</id><published>2009-11-25T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:58:54.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 25th November 2009</title><content type='html'>When is New Moon coming out? Haiz, busy studying, didnt get to update with the latest news..&lt;br /&gt;Thought many days of SPM has passed, but I only sat for five days including today, another five more days of SPM for me... Haiz. Anyway, wish me all the best! hehe.. =] and I wish for all the SPM candidates good luck too!!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4284120338667996032?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4284120338667996032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-25th-november-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4284120338667996032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4284120338667996032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-25th-november-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 25th November 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2290838887013992406</id><published>2009-11-10T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:34:15.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days- 10th Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>Rainy days, stupid tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need time to understand, need someone to tell me or teach me patiently, not someone getting pissed off at me coz im a complete idiot and dont understand how people feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion is strong feelings. Feeling is strong emotion. lol, if I dont have strong feelings or emotion, does that mean I dont have feelings or emotion at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2290838887013992406?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2290838887013992406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainy-days-10th-nov-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2290838887013992406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2290838887013992406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainy-days-10th-nov-2009.html' title='Rainy Days- 10th Nov 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4378970453154213725</id><published>2009-11-09T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:47:58.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 9th Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvgXoo_XiaI/AAAAAAAAA2E/IdjCDp3Y268/s1600-h/SNC00424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402093739996318114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvgXoo_XiaI/AAAAAAAAA2E/IdjCDp3Y268/s320/SNC00424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvgXoYO9SrI/AAAAAAAAA18/3jC6Y8sT-Xk/s1600-h/SNC00425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402093735498304178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvgXoYO9SrI/AAAAAAAAA18/3jC6Y8sT-Xk/s320/SNC00425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvgXn9RNbrI/AAAAAAAAA10/22RYkIxyDtc/s1600-h/SNC00426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402093728259993266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvgXn9RNbrI/AAAAAAAAA10/22RYkIxyDtc/s320/SNC00426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full House (rmb the Korean drama that Rain acted in it?) the drama's mandarin name is Romantic Full House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my house also became "Full House". Why? Because there was no electricity this morning. Mum had to light up some candles, one in my room, one is sis, one is hers, one in the breakfast table and another in the bathroom. My house is full with candles. Romantic right? If you think staying close to the candle, feeling the hot air and sweating the whole time romantic. I couldnt see clearly what I apply on my face before I went to school. (when i reached school, went to toilet and I saw snow white) All my preparation to school was done in dim light. (imagine me combing my hair and look into the mirror.. haiz.. thank godness I stopped watching horror movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I went to school today was, there was a prize giving ceremony for those form five students who got 8As and above in the trial paper. Well, I thought I was getting something "special" in Ka-Ching form, but we just went on stage, got a letter to past to our parents, which says "ucapan tertinggi 'Taniah' kepada anak tuan/puan kerana mencapai keputusan cemerlang dalam peperiksaan percubaan 2009" or something like that. lol. Although I may not get what I thought I would get (hehe), but I like the fact that the new principal actually announced our names onstage! Seems like she does care about us and treat us as the people who got the potential to "mengharumkan nama baik sekolah dengan keputusan SPM yang cemerlang". Wow, I hope so. =] btw, hehe, Im one of the 3 students who got 11A. lol. My name was called second (shocked) and before those who got straight A1s but took only 10subs. 3 of us was like the top in the school wei. hehe, so proud. I wanna thank my parents.... lol. Thanks for friends who cheered for me this morning. hehe =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, after dinner. My family and I were having some "family time" together again. Sitting at the balcony, chit chat a little. =] and guess what I saw, woosh.. A meteor, shooting star!!! It was really fast, about 1 sec? a short line then Poof. with a last bright flame, then disappear. COOL!!! haha. I didnt get to make my wish though. but seeing a meteor in my life is just so &lt;strong&gt;fantastic&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4378970453154213725?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4378970453154213725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-9th-nov-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4378970453154213725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4378970453154213725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-9th-nov-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 9th Nov 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvgXoo_XiaI/AAAAAAAAA2E/IdjCDp3Y268/s72-c/SNC00424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-541974358266513536</id><published>2009-11-07T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:13:41.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 7th Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvV6hlGBxRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wRmBWOjfvLw/s1600-h/SNC00423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401358045412443410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvV6hlGBxRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wRmBWOjfvLw/s320/SNC00423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today I had this mandarin class graduation ceremony, where they give out certs and rewards to those who did well in their classes and of course graduation certs for all the students. duh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, just to keep it short. I thought I would get any rewards this year because I didnt think I did well in the last exam.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my name was called! I got the first in class! (among the other form five classmates la) haha! seriously, I was shocked, k..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hm.. hehe. including this year, this would be my third time getting first in class for three years in a row! Since form 3! Muaahhahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-541974358266513536?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/541974358266513536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-7th-nov-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/541974358266513536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/541974358266513536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-7th-nov-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 7th Nov 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SvV6hlGBxRI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wRmBWOjfvLw/s72-c/SNC00423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6011973825226373398</id><published>2009-11-05T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:38:32.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares, again.....</title><content type='html'>I had bad dreams just in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insects have became giant size. eg, worker ant is the size of a full grown man. Imagine the size of their queen.&lt;/span&gt; I was walking in this area, like a museum, I think, I saw gigantic ants, bees, etc kinds of insect freezed in motion. (ThankGod) It's like their are in the middle of insect world war because even their queens are out of their nests. (imagine you are watching Night In the Museum. lol. they are in the middle of war then suddenly the night ended and the day started) ok, you may find this dream funny, but being there, seeing those giants with own "eyes" is scary. haiz.. I woke up in the middle of night. after a while, I slept again....then, came another dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#2. I couldn't remember much of it, maybe I don't want to remember it in details. I thought I was going to lose my dad. I can remember me screaming, "DAD! RUN! DAD!" but he was like, "It's ok, dear, it's ok." and was smiling at me. I wanted him to move away! but all I could do was just screaming at him. I couldn't move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hm.. I missed my old house that I've been staying for 9 years since standard 1. I dreamt of the house again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-6011973825226373398?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/6011973825226373398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightmares-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6011973825226373398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/6011973825226373398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightmares-again.html' title='Nightmares, again.....'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5403430667322228247</id><published>2009-11-04T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:25:36.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 4th Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Went to school today. No study oso.. haiz. A group of us who came, around 10+ were playing games in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lucky colour:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sky blue  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p.s. I shouldnt be online now. Exactly 14 more days till SPM!!! Help!! argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5403430667322228247?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5403430667322228247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-4th-nov-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5403430667322228247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5403430667322228247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-4th-nov-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 4th Nov 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8876698075001154273</id><published>2009-11-03T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:06:21.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 3rd Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISAAC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Skipped school today again, will go back to school tomorrow, but tomorrow got PJ. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Was doing add maths the whole day, lol.. brain got a little saturated already. haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's raining now at night... nice weather to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8876698075001154273?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8876698075001154273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-3rd-nov-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8876698075001154273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8876698075001154273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-3rd-nov-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 3rd Nov 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1147036264971101958</id><published>2009-11-02T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:41:30.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 2nd Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Didnt go to school today, tried to study some easy subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Afternoon got mandarin seminar for 2 hours, then sis wanna go Solaris, went home had dinner, watched tv, shower then online. Haiz, another fine day wasted. Another day closer to spm already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saw Shu Han and Christine! haiz, but I was in a hurry when the seminar ended, so we dint get to talk. They recognized me though. =] hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1147036264971101958?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1147036264971101958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-2nd-nov-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1147036264971101958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1147036264971101958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-2nd-nov-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 2nd Nov 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3004157097394170737</id><published>2009-11-01T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:45:19.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 1st Nov 2009</title><content type='html'>Lol. Finally it is November now, for 2 years I have waiting for this moment. Not! Yeah, it's SPM coming real soon. 2 more weeks dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this month would be my last effort la, it's like running 400m, this two weeks would be the last 100m, gonna sprint already lu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last race for F1 this year!! gonna watch the starting and the ending part only.. gonna study in between.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, gonna concentrate 100% on studies now, since people have been advising me to do so.. =p gotta put my phone further away?? haiz.. berat hati la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3004157097394170737?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3004157097394170737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-1st-nov-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3004157097394170737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3004157097394170737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary-entry-1st-nov-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 1st Nov 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2979762928052401429</id><published>2009-10-31T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:24:32.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>He Had Such Quiet Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Bibsy Soenharjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He had such quiet eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She did not realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They were two pools of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Layered with thinnest eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To her, those quiet eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Were breathing desolate sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Imploring her to be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And to render him paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If only she'd been wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And had listened to the advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Never to compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With pleasure-seeking guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She'd be free from "the hows and whys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now here's a bit of advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Be sure that nice really means nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then you'll never be losing at dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Though you may lose your heart once or twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2979762928052401429?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2979762928052401429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-had-such-quiet-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2979762928052401429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2979762928052401429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-had-such-quiet-eyes.html' title='He Had Such Quiet Eyes'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-870861109134774098</id><published>2009-10-27T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:20:29.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 27th October 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is my mum's birthday!! Happy Birthday mum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I forgot about ah bin's bday on the 24th, oh well. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, a duck died today at our condo's park. sob sob. I see those ducks every sunday morning when I go jogging with family. Now one is dead, I have no idea why it died. I don't think it died of old age though, something must had happened. Wish I could find out, haiz, but I'm no forensic scientists, so.. Hope it will move on with life. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anyway, today went to the spm seminar, surprisingly there was this guy who claimed to know me through facebook! wow! however, sorry la, I can't recognise him. lol. He knows me by the name resha, but well it's not the common name I use, so, he had to call the name a few times before I realise he was calling me. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;In the middle of second trial in school. haiz. Why all these troubles with taking exam in the hall and sit according to the angka giliran and stuff, troublesome la. Anyway, prom king and queen isn't it supposed to be chosen on the prom day itself? Isn't it depends on who has the best dress? hm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-870861109134774098?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/870861109134774098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/diary-entry-27th-october-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/870861109134774098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/870861109134774098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/diary-entry-27th-october-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 27th October 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8849866731107494511</id><published>2009-10-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:14:43.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRS Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PRS Dinner at Desa Park City &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;15th Oct 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wonder if the pics can be seen clearly. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwPs9ky8fI/AAAAAAAAAzw/oO25-5mH6zQ/s1600-h/10035_1234693501198_1045018327_736311_2574981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394203718800568818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwPs9ky8fI/AAAAAAAAAzw/oO25-5mH6zQ/s320/10035_1234693501198_1045018327_736311_2574981_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The 09 president of PRS, dayang is giving a speech =')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwPtJqq4wI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_XYYrSrspgo/s1600-h/10035_1234693541199_1045018327_736312_7258755_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394203722046432002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwPtJqq4wI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_XYYrSrspgo/s320/10035_1234693541199_1045018327_736312_7258755_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;azril and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP0jq5aZI/AAAAAAAAA0A/JD9OMJRT5lI/s1600-h/10035_1234695061237_1045018327_736319_7709703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394203849285790098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP0jq5aZI/AAAAAAAAA0A/JD9OMJRT5lI/s320/10035_1234695061237_1045018327_736319_7709703_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anis, me and dayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP1CePJQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/rwlj6EL5Qd4/s1600-h/10035_1234695141239_1045018327_736321_7793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394203857554187522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP1CePJQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/rwlj6EL5Qd4/s320/10035_1234695141239_1045018327_736321_7793_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hm.. a bit dark in here. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP1ezF_NI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/M4o2fyx9IrA/s1600-h/10035_1234697781305_1045018327_736325_5698222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394203865157860562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP1ezF_NI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/M4o2fyx9IrA/s320/10035_1234697781305_1045018327_736325_5698222_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pei hsia and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP_ClT6HI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EeaantTPc3E/s1600-h/10035_1234709341594_1045018327_736487_1378583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394204029382551666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP_ClT6HI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EeaantTPc3E/s320/10035_1234709341594_1045018327_736487_1378583_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;at the park after dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP_lSYfrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6Jd-iBP3Cu8/s1600-h/10035_1234709501598_1045018327_736490_3286431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394204038698401458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwP_lSYfrI/AAAAAAAAA0g/6Jd-iBP3Cu8/s320/10035_1234709501598_1045018327_736490_3286431_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;night playground life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwQAJFialI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vs2mDedHh_4/s1600-h/10035_1234711141639_1045018327_736493_4913598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394204048308202066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwQAJFialI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vs2mDedHh_4/s320/10035_1234711141639_1045018327_736493_4913598_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and anis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwQAgBB6-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/nPOJOCWbsmU/s1600-h/10035_1234711221641_1045018327_736495_7940419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394204054463310818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwQAgBB6-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/nPOJOCWbsmU/s320/10035_1234711221641_1045018327_736495_7940419_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a sourvenir from the new board members of PRS =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8849866731107494511?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8849866731107494511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/prs-dinner-at-desa-park-city-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8849866731107494511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8849866731107494511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/prs-dinner-at-desa-park-city-i-wonder.html' title='PRS Dinner'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/StwPs9ky8fI/AAAAAAAAAzw/oO25-5mH6zQ/s72-c/10035_1234693501198_1045018327_736311_2574981_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-6313150543559446511</id><published>2009-10-05T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:57:53.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tercipta Untukku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 15.0pt; mso-outline-level: 2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #4f4f4f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt"&gt;Tercipta Untukku&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #4f4f4f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Artist: &lt;a title="Ungu" href="http://www.ilirik.com/ungu.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff4694; TEXT-DECORATION: none; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; text-underline: none"&gt;Ungu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #4f4f4f; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Menatap indahnya senyuman diwajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Membuat ku terdiam dan terpaku&lt;br /&gt;Mengerti akan hadirnya cinta terindah&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau peluk mesra tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak kata&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak mampu kuungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;Kepada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau slalu&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;Disetiap langkah&lt;br /&gt;Yang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau slalu&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;Disetiap langkah&lt;br /&gt;Yang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku&lt;br /&gt;Meski waktu akan mampu&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil seluruh ragaku&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin kau tau&lt;br /&gt;Kuslalu milikmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin engkau slalu&lt;br /&gt;Hadir dan temani aku&lt;br /&gt;Disetiap langkah&lt;br /&gt;Yang meyakiniku&lt;br /&gt;Kau tercipta untukku&lt;br /&gt;Meski waktu akan mampu&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil seluruh ragaku&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin kau tau&lt;br /&gt;Kuslalu milikmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang mencintaimu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; 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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Theme: Candyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshPDITl19I/AAAAAAAAAx4/cf4pqOXkCfE/s1600-h/SNC00326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388643869336655826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshPDITl19I/AAAAAAAAAx4/cf4pqOXkCfE/s320/SNC00326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshPaU-1ZnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/K_gJD7SE2k4/s1600-h/SNC00283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388644267876247154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshPaU-1ZnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/K_gJD7SE2k4/s320/SNC00283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshRWSAe0UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/h1BkgWPIsRw/s1600-h/SNC00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646397381628226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshRWSAe0UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/h1BkgWPIsRw/s320/SNC00271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshRCwRaF8I/AAAAAAAAAzI/gFPyyJ7h-mM/s1600-h/SNC00270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646061908301762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshRCwRaF8I/AAAAAAAAAzI/gFPyyJ7h-mM/s320/SNC00270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshReJeSDlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/0JoMDfPV0js/s1600-h/SNC00278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646532529655378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshReJeSDlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/0JoMDfPV0js/s320/SNC00278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshRmTpusBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/2F8NpXvojWY/s1600-h/SNC00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388646672700977170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshRmTpusBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/2F8NpXvojWY/s320/SNC00299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshPnpaoW9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/FAhHMJ9z2eo/s1600-h/SNC00301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388644496699841490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshPnpaoW9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/FAhHMJ9z2eo/s320/SNC00301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshQhoXmafI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9Zwo1Eg1k_Y/s1600-h/SNC00334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388645492851108338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshQhoXmafI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9Zwo1Eg1k_Y/s320/SNC00334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshP_QtTSGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/UfhrYzAKYpM/s1600-h/SNC00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388644902384126050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshP_QtTSGI/AAAAAAAAAyo/UfhrYzAKYpM/s320/SNC00330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all photos on FB =] look out for Resha Tan =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2909301158080572586?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2909301158080572586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/diary-entry-3rd-october-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2909301158080572586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2909301158080572586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/10/diary-entry-3rd-october-2009.html' title='Edboard Dinner (3rd Oct 2009)'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SshPDITl19I/AAAAAAAAAx4/cf4pqOXkCfE/s72-c/SNC00326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3387433296541411698</id><published>2009-09-24T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:46:16.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 25th September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Argh, first day after wearing the retainer.. I feel like Im wearing a pair of fangs or the fangs grew in my mouth overnight. I couldnt even speak properly.. Feel so weird speaking, all the pronunciation gone. lol.. I have to practice my oral again, with my retainer.. lol. the only time i can take it out is when I'm eating.. lol. that's when I can speak normally la.. but too bad, cant talk when you mouth is full. so, haha.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3387433296541411698?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3387433296541411698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-25th-september-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3387433296541411698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3387433296541411698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-25th-september-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 25th September 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2894607430067491853</id><published>2009-09-22T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:14:59.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 23th September 2009</title><content type='html'>lol.. If I can play the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Etude Op. 3 by Liszt&lt;/span&gt;.. I want to and I will someday. =] play the music piece someday, I mean.. haha..   First, I've gotta find the music piece first.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. should read Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus..  U wont regret reading it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. lol.. I wish I just made the right decision and wish that everything goes as I hope for. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2894607430067491853?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2894607430067491853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-23th-september-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2894607430067491853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2894607430067491853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-23th-september-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 23th September 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5688196151811645335</id><published>2009-09-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:46:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 21st September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Went jogging this morning. The weather is so beautiful, on the way to the park, I can hear birds and insects making their unique sounds. haha. Green plants everywhere is just so relaxing for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the eyes to see. Most importantly, I love the warmth of the morning sun. I can't live a day without standing under the sun, just for a while la. lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The distance was 3km, but I think I could run more, it's just that sis was complaining so much, we had to go back early. (We call her the complain minister, she is really good at that) Next time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll just continue running, alone or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was ahead of the family when walking back from the park. I was alone and I thought of many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;things, even when I was jogging. lol. I heard piano when I got closer to the condominium. Which floor does it come from? I wonder. The sound of the piano just make me feel so calm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I went home and started to play piano. lol. It feels so nice to dance with your fingers on the piano key. I just won't stop. It's amazing how some music piece can link with your emotions. The music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;just bring out everything that you feel and everything you cannot say. lol. Guess what is the name of the music piece that I was playing. "Secret".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SrboiV3KQrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/lUHR7fCgH6Y/s1600-h/2480727252_88cb037f7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746081249706674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SrboiV3KQrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/lUHR7fCgH6Y/s320/2480727252_88cb037f7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5688196151811645335?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5688196151811645335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SrboiV3KQrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/lUHR7fCgH6Y/s72-c/2480727252_88cb037f7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4719251013533034086</id><published>2009-09-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:42:40.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift: You Belong With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You say you're fine, I know you better than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;All this time how could you not know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And I know your favourite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;All this time, how could you not know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You belong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You belong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;lol.. the song is my new fav.. kinda stuck in my head.. =p&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/6467430678734169552-4719251013533034086?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4719251013533034086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/taylor-swift-you-belong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all our Muslim friends!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok, I didnt go jogging today coz it was raining. So, we (me and family) watch Step Up 2 and Monsters vs Aliens!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love Step Up 2!! The Street Dance! It's amazing and it's so cool!! Monsters vs Aliens was funny. lol.. Of all things to be considered strange, I think the strangest thing of all was the butterfly. Shouldnt the butterfly has no fur on its body? lol.. Im weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p.s. Stop giving the heart attack!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p.p.s. I really wonder how much you know me. Tell me. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1858273978969451728?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1858273978969451728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-20th-september-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1858273978969451728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1858273978969451728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-20th-september-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 20th September 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4193362248115281905</id><published>2009-09-19T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:41:08.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 19th September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why did he mention his name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My heart skipped a bit when I heard his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Such pain I never experience since long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Really long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I thought I forgot about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;yet I still can feel the disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;right in the chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;No point thinking about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No point hoping,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No point trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All I need to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Is to forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The first hole in my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&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/6467430678734169552-4193362248115281905?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4193362248115281905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-19th-september-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4193362248115281905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4193362248115281905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-19th-september-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 19th September 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7981519191469836677</id><published>2009-09-17T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:08:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 18th September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday Melanie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First day of holiday after trial!!! HAhahahahhahahaha.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok. Last night I came back from school after my last paper. I slept. woke up. bath. tuition. dinner. tv. then chat. Sleep again.. Wat a relaxing day. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This morning I woke up around 10am. Hard to sleep till so late recently. =] I picked a book to read just to relax my mind after about 3 weeks of intense "hardworking-ness" haha.. anyway, dun talk about trial anymore.. Hehe.. kk, I picked a book named "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" by John Gray. I know many of people my age wont read books like this la. I never said I am a normal person also. haha.. so, I try to write something I learn from this book after I read a few chapters, for the sake of my beloved friends. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chapter 1: Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just remember that men and women are different. Without the awareness that we are supposed to be different, men and women are at odds with each other. We expect the opposite sex to be more like ourselves. We desire them to "want what we want" and "feel the way we feel." We mistakenly assume that if our partners love us they will react and behave in certain ways-the-ways we react and behave when we love someone. When men and women are able to respect and accept their differences then love has a chance to blossom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chapter 2: Mr. Fix-It and the Home-Improvement Committee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life on Mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Martians value power, competency, efficiency, and achievement. They are always doing things to prove themselves and develop their power and skills. Their sense of self is defined through their ability to achieve results. They experience fulfillment primarily through success and accomplishment." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I make it in a simple way: Men are more interested in "objects" and "things" rather than people and feeling. Men are preoccupied with the "things" that can help them express power by creating results and achieving their goals. "A man's sense of self is defined through his ability to achieve results."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"To offer a man unsolicited advice is to presume that he doesn't know what to do or that he can't do it on his own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Men always keep problems to themselves and try to solve it by their own. Asking others for help when they can do it themselves is a sign of weakness. However, if they truly do need help, then it's a sign of wisdom to get it. Talking about a problem in Mars is an invitation for advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This Martian custom is one of the reasons men instinctively offer solutions when women talk about problem. He puts on his Mr. Fix-It hat and begins giving advice; this is his way of showing love and of trying to help. Once he has offered a solution, however, and she continues to be upset it becomes increasingly difficult for him to listen because his solution is being rejected and he feels increasingly useless. He has no idea that by listening with empathy and interest he can be supportive. He does not know that on Venus talking about problems is not an invitation to offer a solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Life On Venus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Venusians have different values. They value love, communication, beauty, and relationships. They spend a lot of time supporting, helping, nurturing one another. Their sense of self is defined through their feelings and the quality of their relationships. They experience fulfillment through sharing and relating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Communication is of primary importance. To share their personal feelings is much more important than achieving goals and success. Talking and relating to one another is a source of tremendous fulfillment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Because proving one's competence is not as important to a Venusian, offering help is not offensive, and needing help is not a sign of weakness. A man, however, may feel offended because when a woman offers advice he doesn't feel she trusts his ability to do it himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On Venus it is a sign of caring to give advice and suggestions. Venusians firmly believe that when something is working it can always work better. Their nature is to want to improve things. When they care about someone, they freely point out what can be improved and suggest how to do it. Offering advice and constructive criticism is an act of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mars is very different. Martians are more solution oriented. If something is working, their motto is dont change it. Their instinct is to leave it alone if it is still working. "Don't fix it unless it is broken" is a common expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When a woman tries to improve a man, he feels she is trying to fix him. He receives the message that he is broken. She doesnt realise her caring attempts to help him may humiliate him. She mistakenly thinks she is just helping him to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, ladies, stop giving advice to those gentlemen =] "Generally speaking, when a woman offers insolicited advice or tries to "help" a man, she has no idea of how critical and unloving she may sound to him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and gentlemen, start learning to listen. =] "Many times a woman just wants to share her feelings about her day, and her husband, thinking he is helping, interrupts her by offering a steady flow of solutions to her problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To summarize the two most common mistakes we make in relationships:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1. A man tries to change a woman's feelings when she ia upset by becoming Mr. Fix-It and offering solutions to her problems that invalisate her feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2. A woman tries to change a man's behaviour when he makes mistakes by becoming the home- improvement committee and offering unsolicited advice or criticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala, that's about it la, u wanna know more, go buy the book and read yourselves la, or u can drop a comment if you wanna know more, I'll see what I can do.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. if there is any spelling mistakes or anything wrong, hehe. pardon me. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-7981519191469836677?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7981519191469836677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-18th-september-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7981519191469836677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7981519191469836677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-18th-september-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 18th September 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7467054429012759293</id><published>2009-09-07T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:21:18.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 7th Sep 2009</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all the friends and family who wishes me =]&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice of you people.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you Carmen, for the cake you and your mum baked for me. hehe =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I dont wanna write about today, it's the worst day of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-7467054429012759293?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7467054429012759293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-7th-sep-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7467054429012759293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7467054429012759293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-7th-sep-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 7th Sep 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3317855159337788522</id><published>2009-09-03T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:24:25.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 3rd September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today is Darren W's birthday! Happy Birthday!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is the 3rd day of trial!! Aza Aza Fighting!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sp-IsYxm3hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/VkAPrYKFrCE/s1600-h/SNC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377166776249802258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sp-IsYxm3hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/VkAPrYKFrCE/s320/SNC00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haha.. look wat I found among my sis's toys!! hehe.. It has got a name too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So cute!!! I like to put it on my head.. hehe =] So soft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3317855159337788522?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3317855159337788522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-3rd-september-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3317855159337788522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3317855159337788522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-entry-3rd-september-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 3rd September 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sp-IsYxm3hI/AAAAAAAAAtw/VkAPrYKFrCE/s72-c/SNC00153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3697309193204914372</id><published>2009-08-31T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:57:37.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 31st August 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Happy National Day!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;52th year of Independence!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1Malaysia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;kk. a little over reacting already. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is the last day of holiday until SPM!! Tomorrow is the SPM Trial already!! Time flies! Am I ready? em... dunno.. nvm, I'll do my best! (haiz.. dear myself, stop studying last minute can or not?) ( sorry la, at house too many distractions already.. what to do?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;lol. This holiday is like a roller coaster ride. Time went so fast, fortunately got excitement also la. =] hah, so many things to say... dunno where to start.. haha..   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;anyway, back to studies!! ganbatte!! wish all my friends and those taking Trial and SPM this year, all the best!! hehe =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3697309193204914372?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3697309193204914372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-31st-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3697309193204914372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3697309193204914372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-31st-august-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 31st August 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1481165909024889914</id><published>2009-08-29T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:06:27.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 29th August 2009</title><content type='html'>Something changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day to remember.. hehe =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1481165909024889914?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1481165909024889914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-29th-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1481165909024889914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1481165909024889914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-29th-august-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 29th August 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4945691169101824620</id><published>2009-08-27T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:19:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 27th August 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaUOvuZxDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fn7N14T7ihI/s1600-h/SNC00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374646186363438130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaUOvuZxDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fn7N14T7ihI/s320/SNC00125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My cousin sis and me!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(noticed any difference? hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaT490L9tI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/fH0LW5xivVY/s1600-h/SNC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374645812188673746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaT490L9tI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/fH0LW5xivVY/s320/SNC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She looks exactly like my sis when she is about this age.. (1 year +)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaT4AvanOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/S7VCniD1X0k/s1600-h/SNC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374645795794099426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaT4AvanOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/S7VCniD1X0k/s320/SNC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a bit blur.. sry =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaQ9bYyG8I/AAAAAAAAAso/VHQ7aG6oowA/s1600-h/SNC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374642590311390146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaQ9bYyG8I/AAAAAAAAAso/VHQ7aG6oowA/s320/SNC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haiz.. how to get her to look into the camera? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaQ8X693FI/AAAAAAAAAsY/KJFXib0knK8/s1600-h/SNC00126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374642572201155666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaQ8X693FI/AAAAAAAAAsY/KJFXib0knK8/s320/SNC00126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grandpa and grandma.. haha =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aunt is leaving with my cousin sis tmr morning but grandpa and grandma will be continueing staying with my family.. hehe =] I miss my cousin sis.. =] she is SO CUTE!! hehe&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/6467430678734169552-4945691169101824620?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4945691169101824620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-27th-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4945691169101824620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4945691169101824620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-27th-august-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 27th August 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SpaUOvuZxDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fn7N14T7ihI/s72-c/SNC00125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3065089680154912987</id><published>2009-08-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:08:55.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 25th August 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I went to HELP University College for the National Mathematics Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am player 2, doing Sudoku. Player 1 (team leader) is Randy, doing Maths SPM syllabus, and Player 3 is Ken Wei, doing IQ test. Only three members per team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, of course my school dint win la. lol. with students fron Chong Hwa Chinese Independent School and other private chinese school, the possibility of my school getting any price at all is almosi nil la. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Kai Shing there. =] talked a bit.. I think I saw Wang Yue Qiu lai shi there! but I dint get the chance to walk over and talk to her.. ='( She was my primary 5 and 6 class teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiu Jun Jie ( if im not mistaken) is there too, same team with Xiang Ling. =] but I din get to talk any of them la. They are so damn smart!! I regretted for not studying in Chong Hwa.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for my Sudoku competition. I went in to the examination hall a few minutes earlier since Randy came out early. So, I did the easy sudoku withing 3 minutes, but I still feel damn nervous, I dont know why but I hate it. Then, I tried to do the medium level but I got stuck, so I tried the hard level. Hard level is easier than the medium one. (After 15 minutes, a girl went out of the hall, I thought she probably gave up and decided to leave the rest of the time for the next player, but when they announced the top three team, she was in there! Shocked!!) I only managed to finish the easy one and both the medium and hard levels half way.. ='( I felt so useless and stupid.. I havta work harder then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dint plan to study in HELP anyway, no point doing so many things la. I felt kinda lazy and a bit "reserved" when they have the quiz session or the acting workshop, bla bla.. hate this kinda feeling la. I dun talk much to randy and ken wei, but carmen and cyn ju have their own friends to get high with. I felt like I just wanna walk away and disappear somewhere. I hate this kinda situation and I hate the school uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3065089680154912987?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3065089680154912987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-25th-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3065089680154912987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3065089680154912987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-25th-august-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 25th August 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5987432796749979212</id><published>2009-08-23T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:04:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 23th August 2009</title><content type='html'>Trial is coming!! NEXT Week!! Gear Up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JEng jeng jeng jeng.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no holiday for me.. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5987432796749979212?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5987432796749979212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-23th-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5987432796749979212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5987432796749979212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-23th-august-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 23th August 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4162171110293352869</id><published>2009-08-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:22:48.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 15th August 2009</title><content type='html'>I had nightmare last night. So did a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare I had a few days ago was like this... I was getting chased by a group of people. I don't know where or why. All I know is that they are coming after me and all I have to do is just run and hide. I was awake before I was being found.&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare I had last night was even more terrifying. I was living with a group of friends I never see before. One night, we planned to walk a few streets to another friend's house but I was left behind cause I left the house last. It was dark and the neighbourhood was quiet. The neighbourhood was quite safe but I was still scared to being alone in the dark. On the way to the friend's house, I saw an Indian man walking, I remember seeing him earlier before in the same dream I had that night. He jogs every evening with the same route. I saw him at that time, the whole neighbourhood was so quiet that probably we were the only people on the street. I saw him walking towards me and I started to walk back to my house, but when I turned around, everything suddenly turned black, I could not see anything even my own fingers. I was really scared and started to run. But the man caught up with me and held my left arm. I woke up instantly, whole body was shaking with fear. It was 1am then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is school day, replacing day for Hari Raya. When I reached school, all my friends were absent. There were only 12 form 5 who went to school today. 5 of us were going to Bengkel Teknik Menjawab Moral at SMKP, so, 7 form 5 students were left in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was around 100+ students who went for the bengkel, including 4 students from Tentera school. One of them is Amirah's boyfriend! Hehe. I get to see him finally. Not bad wei. lol.. His name is Aldrin. He came with another 3 friends, one of the is a chinese with specs. Not bad looking also. lol.. nothing happened la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who gave the seminar/ kursus was Pn Kalai, if I spelled her name correctly. She would ask us to answer some questions on the papers she gave us, and she would pick a few students to read out their answer. She picked a prefect who sat at the back, I saw his expression when he was called. lol. he mouthed the word," oh no!" lol. So funny. After he stood up and then read his answer, he was too soft and Pn Kalai asked him to speak up, furthermore, he is a prefect, he should be able to speak a lot louder than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after him was my turn. I accidentally had eyes contact with her when she was trying to find her next victim. I had a very good feeling what was going to happen next. And It did happen. She asked for the "girl prefect sitting at the back there", since there was 3 of us girl prefect who were sitting at the same row, she asked for the chinese one. Me, she meant. I stood up and the next thing she said was, "So fair hor. Gods is sometimes not fair, some people were born with such fair skin." lol. I have no doubt that every single one in the room was looking at me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braced myself, when I am nervous, I will look as though I am a very strict person. I could not smile in that situation, if I feel scared, surely everyone would hear it when I am reading. I just pushed aside all kind of feeling and just concentrate on reading my answer. I read it out quite loud, since she said something about prefect should be able to speak up loud. I thought I saw a bit 'shockness' on her face when I read my answer, maybe I was too loud, or she was surprised that I can speak so loud. I have to say that everyone other students she asked to answer were shy and spoke really softly that I couldn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bengkel ended, I peeked at the tentera students again. Then teacher sent us back to school. When I reached the school, met Pn Y and went for a little Eng Lit class.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, dad fetched me with his loud shiny red car. I could hear him in the school! anyway, after that, I decided to go to Eng tuition. Got hw there. There were two new guys who joined the third term, and I think they are irritating and annoying, one of them in particular is so loud and childish. He never shuts up and always ask non-constructive questions, he is really irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talk to P on phone today. lol. =] normal stuff la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4162171110293352869?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4162171110293352869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-15th-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4162171110293352869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4162171110293352869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-15th-august-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 15th August 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3733034387347793309</id><published>2009-08-08T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:45:40.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 8th August 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe it's a bit too late, but I've got to say, "I MISSED THE HSBC CLASSIC AT KLPAC!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haiz.. I feel so depressed now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darren is going to USA for students exchange programme/ homestay!! Wow! I wanna go too! N he is going there for one year! Pls dun forget to bring me some souvenirs! Thx =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eng tuition at PJ add on two new members/ students. Timothy and Matthew. I wonder if their eng good, coz I wanna maintain my first place in the class.. lol =p (yea, I know, my friends are shocked when they heard that I have a Eng class.. I'm kia su la, k? Taking to u, Jeremy..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is under the sky!! not me falling in love though... my friends are pairing up! This person and that lo.. Can't reveal names yet, sorry =p haiz.. I'm still alone.. so sad la.. Thank heavens Valentine's Day is way over, if not I'll probably just stay at home for the whole week and not listen to any stories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hm... there's about it for today.. Im still looking for more info about colleges in Australia.. Oh, sis is going to Singapore, next year I think.. And.. Uncle Ken from HK, Aunt Joyce from Singapore came to KL today, then they followed dad go back to hometown at Kedah to visit grandma, she kinda fell down and broke her nose... not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3733034387347793309?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3733034387347793309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-8th-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3733034387347793309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3733034387347793309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-8th-august-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 8th August 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7185551475173304119</id><published>2009-08-01T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:16:06.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefects Dinner 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU5KIGsKMI/AAAAAAAAAro/wMdfz72vii4/s1600-h/5960_106020008589_549358589_2306355_123936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365257377218832578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU5KIGsKMI/AAAAAAAAAro/wMdfz72vii4/s320/5960_106020008589_549358589_2306355_123936_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Prefects Dinner 2009!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU5J8y9TPI/AAAAAAAAArg/PYwoyAZzql0/s1600-h/SNC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365257374183279858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU5J8y9TPI/AAAAAAAAArg/PYwoyAZzql0/s320/SNC00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this grand piano here.. It matches my dress.. hehe =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU4n2WWsVI/AAAAAAAAArY/HS0a8LG_gV8/s1600-h/5960_106020213589_549358589_2306387_4423131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365256788337144146" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU4n2WWsVI/AAAAAAAAArY/HS0a8LG_gV8/s320/5960_106020213589_549358589_2306387_4423131_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I love this photo! It's just so cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU4nxNdOeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mMOCS46MarE/s1600-h/SNC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365256786957646306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU4nxNdOeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mMOCS46MarE/s320/SNC00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desserts =]  didn't finish in the end, too full ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU4neSYvKI/AAAAAAAAArI/hYkPC8AZVSs/s1600-h/SNC00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365256781878049954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU4neSYvKI/AAAAAAAAArI/hYkPC8AZVSs/s320/SNC00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty =] I walked out of the hall/room and saw this.. =) I still prefer quiter place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU3uIStkeI/AAAAAAAAAq4/mi713yneLGg/s1600-h/SNC00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365255796721291746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU3uIStkeI/AAAAAAAAAq4/mi713yneLGg/s320/SNC00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;While taking my sweet time walking outside the hall, I saw this beautiful spot =p This hotel is really nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU3tzF7SDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/szkUgyPshU0/s1600-h/SNC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365255791030519858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU3tzF7SDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/szkUgyPshU0/s320/SNC00051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In the hall.. the hall is so nice too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU2eBqZHlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5pQZmQM5yjg/s1600-h/SNC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365254420552031826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU2eBqZHlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/5pQZmQM5yjg/s320/SNC00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Carmen and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU2d3WYHvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uGtVIG2Kodk/s1600-h/SNC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365254417783725810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU2d3WYHvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uGtVIG2Kodk/s320/SNC00069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At the lobby.. koi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU1dZlYLMI/AAAAAAAAApg/LB_N_WsQY9E/s1600-h/SNC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365253310281952450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU1dZlYLMI/AAAAAAAAApg/LB_N_WsQY9E/s320/SNC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. Super Star!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU1dNzT_AI/AAAAAAAAApY/NL5RPXIN424/s1600-h/SNC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365253307119172610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU1dNzT_AI/AAAAAAAAApY/NL5RPXIN424/s320/SNC00077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the current Head Prefect of my school =] she looks so pretty today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, these are only some photos  =p more on Facebook. find me.. I forgot my url..  =p&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/6467430678734169552-7185551475173304119?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7185551475173304119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/prefects-dinner-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7185551475173304119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7185551475173304119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/prefects-dinner-2009.html' title='Prefects Dinner 2009!!'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SnU5KIGsKMI/AAAAAAAAAro/wMdfz72vii4/s72-c/5960_106020008589_549358589_2306355_123936_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-861550565058735198</id><published>2009-08-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:04:16.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 29th-31st July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29th July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Felt a little uncomfy after school. Body temperature increased.. So, decided not to stay back in school. I called mum to pick me up after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum and I had lunch in HSC. After lunch, mum suggested we go look for my prom dress here.. I still feel fine that time, so, why not? I walked around with her, looking through some dresses but couldn't find something that I like, until I went into this store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The woman boss there was really friendly and convinced me and mum to buy the dress. It is really pretty when I tried it on.. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dark blue&lt;/span&gt; in colour with silk material.. plain and simple cutting. It really suites my personality. Calm and quite. yet attractive, silently. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Of course, the price was really pretty too. In the end mum bought the dress for me but Im paying 2/3 of the price because if mum pays for the full price, dad will kill me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Actually, dad dint know that we bought the dress, so of course he wont have to know that the price of the dress. (at least half a thousand ringgit..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When we are done picking the dress, the boss said she would alter the dress a little for me.. good lord, the dress is the most expensive clothing I ever wear in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Later, mum went to buy her stuffs at the supermarket, then go to old house and buy something else from the neighbour. I was not well by then, when mum went up to the neighbour, I stayed in the car (engine off and window slightly open) and slept. I felt very uncomfortable and I really have no strength to even open my eyes. After it seems like ages, mum came back and drove me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's Wed, no tuition for me, so I rest as much as I could.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30th July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I didnt go to school today. In the morning I was having fever already. Dad said luckily I skipped school. I slept a lot today. In the afternoon, mum brought me to see a doctor in a clinic near my housing area. I waited for almost an hour there until my turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;While waiting, my fever went higher and I felt really dizzy. I havent eaten anything yet, so mum forced me to eat a little before she gave me two fever pills. After I took the pills, I began to sweat. I was really really uncomfortable. All I wanted then was to go back home and sleep on my bed! I wanted to leave this sucky place! I was really dizzy that I could barely open my eyes.. Argh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Doc gave me mc for two days. I slept like a baby.. almost half the day I was sleeping.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31st July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yea, I chose to skip school again, I wanted to make sure my body is better for the prefect's dinner that night. My body temperature is back to normal but my brain hasn't. My brain is having fever, felt like having heat stroke after standing too long until the hot sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, went to prefect dinner at Sheraton Hotel. I was still not comfy until I ate my medicine there. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-861550565058735198?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/861550565058735198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-29th-31st-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/861550565058735198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/861550565058735198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-entry-29th-31st-july-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 29th-31st July 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1381130841258406110</id><published>2009-07-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:59:55.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 28th July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My bad, he replied me yesterday and we continued chatting until around 12.30am!! haha.. so tired. Hehe, but quite happy la... lol. have to go slowly.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everything as usual in school.. sej got test, dunno whether the teacher would put in the marks into our trial.. haiz.. i think that teacher is just trying to scare us.. wtv la.. I din study.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prefect dinner on this fri!! lol. cant wait! too bad dad just rmb that he is having a dinner appointment that night, if not I can ask him to fetch me with the Vroom Vroom already.. Too bad la... Cant show off. lol.. He definitely owe me a ride..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hm.. still thinking what to do with my hair.. hm.. my dress ok a? many people is wearing black dress also.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Im listening to A Little Not Over You, Crush and Zero Gravity by David Arc.. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Changed my phone theme colour to Green!! hehe.. Refreshing... haha =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1381130841258406110?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1381130841258406110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-28th-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1381130841258406110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1381130841258406110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-28th-july-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 28th July 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-3505173532525165996</id><published>2009-07-27T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:58:00.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 27th July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, my friend is having a dilemma chosing which guy she wants to be with, coz both of the guys confessed. Me, on the other hand, worrying the oppositing thing... He is not replying my messages!!! ='( dunno wat to do la...  In the end, I'll probably go prom alone.. with friends, female friends... haiz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is so easy to lack behind, although the feeling is not nice, one just havta get used to it.. Im tired of this game, I need a break too, but I know I cant.. It is not my parents' fault, it is just mine, well, some of it anyway.. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really wish he would pay attention to me.. =] haiz.. but, it's kinda one in a thousand possibility..  so irritating la.. Why do I have this kinda feeling? I wanna throw this away, it's causing me so much trouble.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-3505173532525165996?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/3505173532525165996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-27th-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3505173532525165996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/3505173532525165996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-27th-july-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 27th July 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1964338814319660143</id><published>2009-07-23T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:40:41.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 23th July 2009 (100th Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;One Day Before Yew Kuan is Going Back To Australia!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz5OQKRkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uEMDAVbHETc/s1600-h/SNC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361662783300191810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz5OQKRkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uEMDAVbHETc/s320/SNC00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yew Kuan and I =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz47o-waI/AAAAAAAAApI/0PRz5jguEgQ/s1600-h/SNC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361662778304020898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz47o-waI/AAAAAAAAApI/0PRz5jguEgQ/s320/SNC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Group photo, but Vanessa was taking the photo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz4QSY0cI/AAAAAAAAApA/-OYZ4vrH8YM/s1600-h/SNC00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361662766666535362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz4QSY0cI/AAAAAAAAApA/-OYZ4vrH8YM/s320/SNC00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U tze and I =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz4NZ-KUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XwhRIWFX0So/s1600-h/SNC00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361662765893036354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz4NZ-KUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XwhRIWFX0So/s320/SNC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Justin and I !! Justin and I !! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz3wiabgI/AAAAAAAAAow/shnDC4muUqA/s1600-h/SNC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361662758143815170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz3wiabgI/AAAAAAAAAow/shnDC4muUqA/s320/SNC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me and Van. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is supposedly my last outing until after SPM. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least this is kinda worth it, even though I havta starve and waited for few hours until someone fetch me.. yeah, I think it's kinda ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got his num!! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1964338814319660143?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1964338814319660143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-23th-july-2009-100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1964338814319660143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1964338814319660143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-23th-july-2009-100th-post.html' title='Diary Entry 23th July 2009 (100th Post)'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Smhz5OQKRkI/AAAAAAAAApQ/uEMDAVbHETc/s72-c/SNC00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2406724452618974965</id><published>2009-07-20T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:31:23.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 20th July 2009</title><content type='html'>Im lost and confused, I dont really understand myself, but I know what I have to do. Now, all I need is courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRFen8AImI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-zAa3VeslS8/s1600-h/SNC00603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360485848896774754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRFen8AImI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-zAa3VeslS8/s320/SNC00603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yumi (pink) - beautiful life ; Nanami (black) - diligence ; Kaori (white) - persistence. My lucky dolls =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2406724452618974965?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2406724452618974965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-20th-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2406724452618974965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2406724452618974965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-20th-july-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 20th July 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRFen8AImI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-zAa3VeslS8/s72-c/SNC00603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2925440104952892185</id><published>2009-07-20T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:13:36.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought my prefect shoes! (19th July 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRCRg4fb2I/AAAAAAAAAog/c1ld0P4cy1Y/s1600-h/SNC00601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360482325129817954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRCRg4fb2I/AAAAAAAAAog/c1ld0P4cy1Y/s320/SNC00601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rm 99.00 (4 inches, I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRCRKF3G-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/1s1UUEGtzJQ/s1600-h/SNC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360482319011879906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRCRKF3G-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/1s1UUEGtzJQ/s320/SNC00600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rm89.00 (feels like 4 inches too, but slightly shorter than the one above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dad purposely brought me and mum to Isetan, KLCC to look for my prefect dinner shoes. I had been asking for this quite a few times already. He is a great dad, couldnt find any better. =] He doesnt mind spend on shoes as long as they are comfortable, but I couldnt buy any shoes there. I was looking for high heels, and most of the high heels there at Isetan was around RM300 and above. I din dare to touch the shoes for long. lol, actually the first thing I look at the shoes are their prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, I gave up half and hour later, but mum seems to like a pair of sandals. Yeah, she bought it in the end. RM 130. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;After Isetan, dad asked us to look in ZARA (nothing for me that, but they are having offer for clothes! Too bad I din have time to look at the clothes! dad is getting a bit annoying and bored. He doesnt like shopping. Haiz), and Vincci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In Vincci, there were so many people crowded in there, I was a bit shocked. I look around at the shoe racks, wow, all the shoes are being piled up, like what you see in pasar malam store or people doing garage sale. My mum scolded me for being too gentle while trying to grab that particular pair of shoes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After trying it on, I was not sure whether to buy or not, I asked mum to hold on to it while I'll try looking else where. I think she didnt really get me, when she wanted to put that shoe back to the rack, she noticed that there was this woman who looks like she wanted to grab that shoe from the rack once mum put it there. Fortunately, mum was smart enough to keeping holding it while I returned. That shoe cost RM99.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I saw another pair of shoes, I tried that before in OU's Vincci with Pik Lian but I thought it was kinda expensive that time. RM 89. Well, after looking shoes at Isetan, the shoes here are cheap! In the end, I tried and gave many thoughts, I bought both of the high heels. One is paid by dad and another of course from my pocket money. Total expenditure of mine that day was RM188. Too bad no discount coz both of the shoes are new arrival.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-2925440104952892185?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2925440104952892185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-bought-my-prefect-shoes-19th-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2925440104952892185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/2925440104952892185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-bought-my-prefect-shoes-19th-july.html' title='I bought my prefect shoes! (19th July 2009)'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SmRCRg4fb2I/AAAAAAAAAog/c1ld0P4cy1Y/s72-c/SNC00601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4803541840299892532</id><published>2009-07-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:34:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 11st to 17th July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Diary Entry 11st July 2009 (Sat)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Smk Seri Hartamas Interact Club International Understanding Day 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I regretted going there, after begging dad to let me go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Not to say it's lousy, but that is really not my place. Yeah, I do know and have friends there, but I just dint like the whole atmosphere. Wtv la. The lighting system sucks, sorry to say, it made my eyes hurt and I got dizzy. I should have stayed home and study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diary Entry 12nd July 2009 (Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Went to KLCC and watched Transformer 2 with my whole family. I prefered the first one better although the second one is quite cool too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bought Anis her birthday present -- dress, a silver one. Well, it looks nice but she would probably have problem with the slit at the back of the dress, the slit is way up. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It got sleeves and is knee length. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Haiz. I dint get to find my dress and a pair of high heels. =( dad was rushing home to watch F1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diary Entry 13rd July (Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I feel sad coz I cant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 stupid boys have done something real idiotic and I feel mad about it. I shouldnt be. One is having a &lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt; and another &lt;em&gt;l &lt;/em&gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diary Entry 14th July (Tues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I coudnt stand it anymore. I exploded on him. How could he do this to me? How could he have go on to someone right after I said no, Im not ready. He said he liked me but hey, this is not the feeling of liking someone? His principle is to go after someone even there is "only a little feeling", and if he get together with that lady, his feelings will "grow with time". and if the relationship failed, he will "quickly forgets everything and move on". He wants to "keep trying". What the heck is this nonsense? lol. and he told me everyone has different believes. He said I may think he is being ridiculous (of course he is), but this is his belief. He said there is so many gals and he feels sakit hati and wasted for not trying to find his "one true love" here. What? In high school? He must be living in fantasy land. He would probably pair up with Gisselle from Enchanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Not that Im talking bad about him, it is his way of thinking makes me feel mad and .. and.. speechless.. You dont go around asking gals to be with you just because you have little feeling with her and you think your feeling will grow with time? If you are finding a good relationship, it shouldnt be like that, (in my point of view), it is supposed to be you liking the gal a lot and you have make sure your feeling is definite, you would probably do anything for her, to an extent, then only you ask her to be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I feel sad because you said you liked me and then when I said no, you turn on to someone else. Frankly, I was shaken, I used to have a crush on you, so when u asked me to be with you, I was happy but I knew then I wasnt ready, coz I thought my feeling towards you was not as strong. I din noe then that u only had a little feeling towards me and you asked. I was such a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Every girl wants to be guy's one and only. You should have waited. Now, you made me feel so useless and valueless, like just some ordinary girl that you can just forget when you dont like. I never felt this way before, I felt humiliated. and I am extremely mad at you for doing this to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But well, even though I wanted to tell this to him, and I say directly to him coz I'll lose my pride, he would not probably read this either coz he is "no biggie" to me, his feeling towards me havent grow strong and was "cut" when I said no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lol. wtv we had before is gone. Just not to make this whole issue "biggie", I would put on that smile. I would not torture myself for the sake of him. It was my biggiest mistake this year to be shaken by him. He shouldnt have said he liked me at all. It spoilt everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diary Entry 15th July (Wed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I felt &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda lost. Thank God Patrick texted me that time. I need time, even though it's just some small feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Intervensi 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BM, Bio, Moral, Eng in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diary Entry 16th July (Thurs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I felt so much better with the help of Patrick again. I dint tell him anything but I feel happy and relax when we text each other. Because we havent gone too far. lol. I dont understand why would he still wants to hang around and chat with this poor little gal (me, who just have ignored and forgotten by someone). I feel thankful that I still have a friend like him. Although we dun text much, but he just seem to text me on the right time (sometimes. hehe), when I need someone for me to talk to. I couldnt tell this to my mum or best friends, coz I din noe how to explain everything to them, it's all about my inner feeling, I just cant bring to mouth and said I just got humiliated by who and so. They wouldnt understand this feeling, they would probably said Im arrogant or sth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Intervensi 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Add Maths, Eng Lit, Physics and Modern Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diary Entry 17th July (Fri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Im standing on my own feet now. I found a part of old me back. It's not that bad, thank God I wasnt shaken too much and was mad at him, this speeds up everything. Now, I just have another problem to worry, I just hope he would never said it, I wont give any hope or chance to him anyway. Even though I might have to hurt his feelings to reject him, I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Intervensi 3 (last day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mandarin, Chem and Sej (hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4803541840299892532?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4803541840299892532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-11st-to-17th-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4803541840299892532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4803541840299892532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-11st-to-17th-july-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 11st to 17th July 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4899045562534927314</id><published>2009-07-10T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:50:27.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 9th July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anis' Birthday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still owe her a present. I'll get it soon. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;International Baccalaureate at Sekolah Sri KDU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rich people study punya school lo. Anyway, I attend this trip to KDU to listen what the people want to tell us about IB (International Baccalaureate), even until now I still cant pronounce it properly. Anyway, I like this pre-u course. It is one of the best pre-u course you get in the world. I heard it's kinda hard and they use the pointage system. 6 compulsory subjects. Each sub is 1-7 marks. There are some more things la. In the nutshell, it's a really good programme. got internal and external examination. whole course about rm60k. havta take up 2nd language, spanish or french.&lt;br /&gt;They let us do class observation too. I chose to be in the Spanish class. haha. there are another two more classes, higher maths and lower maths. I love languages. I would learn Tamil, Spanish, French and Korean next time when I finish my Japanese class. hehe. =]&lt;br /&gt;There was this really old man came to us and talk with us (cyn ju, carmen, nat and I). He learned 12 languages! wow. He even noe what some mandarin writing stands for. wow. but he was surprised when he found out that I understand mandarin too. hey, I came from chinese primary school la. Do I really dont look like local? (if yes, then good) I asked carmen, cyn ju and nat, all the explanation that they could give me is that I really look like foreigner that time, to be specific, I look like Japanese that time. hehe, so happy =]&lt;br /&gt;At home, I told dad about what I found out today. Dad wanted me to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Changing back to Malay teaching system?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to change the secondary teaching basis back to Malay. How are the students going to survive in colledge in the future when almost every subject is taught in English. haiz.. think yourself la. Dad considered to send sis to Singapore and live with aunt to study high school there. When aunt and cousin in Singapore heard about this, they are so excited. lol. My aunt loves us and cousin is the only child in the family, that means that she would really enjoy some companies. Aunt even suggested me to study pre-u course in Singapore. Haiz. many things to consider la. See how my dad wants first... I mcc (mong cha cha) adi.. dizzzzy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I checked the PLKN thing already. And I got it. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the feeling that I would get it already, and I have a really good feeling that I would get the first batch, which is from Jan til March. U noe y? because then the time will match the time that the fortune teller said before, the time that I am supposed to kena something bad, like maybe coma or worse, death. wtv. dun wanna care already, just go with the flow la. People asked me to enjoy life, yeah, but I still havta focus on my SPM first. Then the next month after SPM would be the NS month already. Where got time to enjoy. haiz. wtv la. Just wish me luck and pray hard for me. hehe. Thx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4899045562534927314?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4899045562534927314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-9th-july-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4899045562534927314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4899045562534927314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-9th-july-2009.html' title='Diary Entry 9th July 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-1993989742854231288</id><published>2009-07-10T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:57:16.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th July 2009 - Pik Lian early bday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Slc07kM7osI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/c6Gvpon_0SY/s1600-h/SNC00508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356808479715336898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Slc07kM7osI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/c6Gvpon_0SY/s320/SNC00508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad's friend gave him this choc from japan as a gift. This is the best choc I have ever tasted in my life. Choc powder on the surface of the choc. When you bite it, the choc wont stick between your teeth, and it will just melt in your mouth. wow. try it la, but not expensive at all. haiz. I can only eat this when people give us for free. hehe. maybe I could make this is my bday wish.. hehe =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlcysQx6TsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/x-SkJzsl8MQ/s1600-h/SNC00509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356806017780436674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlcysQx6TsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/x-SkJzsl8MQ/s320/SNC00509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Slcyr818TBI/AAAAAAAAAnw/_TfW5gpuOSE/s1600-h/SNC00510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356806012428635154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Slcyr818TBI/AAAAAAAAAnw/_TfW5gpuOSE/s320/SNC00510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Pik Lian's early birthday celebration at 1 Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlcyrVkjznI/AAAAAAAAAno/h3s7xjgcFFA/s1600-h/SNC00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356806001886744178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlcyrVkjznI/AAAAAAAAAno/h3s7xjgcFFA/s320/SNC00511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;er.. frankly, I cant read what's is saying.. hm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlcyrE_rjoI/AAAAAAAAAng/8OiUbY-eFeE/s1600-h/SNC00512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356805997437095554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlcyrE_rjoI/AAAAAAAAAng/8OiUbY-eFeE/s320/SNC00512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;here is your birthday gal. =] Happy Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctTLSI5xI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/scoAIoPHg7g/s1600-h/SNC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800089250129682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctTLSI5xI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/scoAIoPHg7g/s320/SNC00517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel lost in space. I din know they are going karaoke, so i simply dress lo. plus i dunno how to make up some more. haiz.. this is really not my place. n you do not want to hear me singing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctS_KcpDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/phnrxcOrI8A/s1600-h/SNC00520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800085996643378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctS_KcpDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/phnrxcOrI8A/s320/SNC00520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;candid group photo. haha =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctSQ7c3zI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aEIJ4y2QyIg/s1600-h/SNC00521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800073585712946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctSQ7c3zI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aEIJ4y2QyIg/s320/SNC00521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;cut cake lu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctSKlrwlI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0zHKzjm3Eos/s1600-h/SNC00523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800071883801170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SlctSKlrwlI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0zHKzjm3Eos/s320/SNC00523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wait! i havta pose first!  (i dun understand y she wants to pose like this? hm?? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-1993989742854231288?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/1993989742854231288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-july-2009-pik-lian-early-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1993989742854231288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/1993989742854231288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/5th-july-2009-pik-lian-early-bday.html' title='5th July 2009 - Pik Lian early bday celebration'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Slc07kM7osI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/c6Gvpon_0SY/s72-c/SNC00508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5086941658631520219</id><published>2009-07-04T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:05:56.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Entry 4th July 2009 (For u. that's my story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you seen your friend telling you that there was this guy who cared a lot about her? She liked him and he liked her, the problem was, he was having a girl friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you seen your friend asking you whether to continue to be with the guy after he broke up with his girlfriend? After some serious thinking, she decided to love him with all her heart. But then that was when it seemed that the guy changed his feeling towards her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you seen your friend asking for advice to solve some problems in her relationship, but in the end, she didn't really get the answer that she wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you seen your best friend crying because she just broke up with her ex? She cried and was mad at him. She regretted to love him in the first place. She didn't want to ever hear his name again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After hearing all sorts of failed relationship, I can already guess what might happen if I follow what they did. We are still young, we are still new and just started to explore this new feeling, kind of fantasy-like feeling. The feeling of liking someone, loving someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are many romantic people in the world, they create, write love stories, act in a love movie, and some love stories are real. I read many books on real love stories. Although many have happy ending, but I remembered the heart-broken love stories the most. For example, the husband sacrifice his arm, cooked it and fed his wife when they were lost and starving in a forest during the winter. Ok, maybe this is a bit unusual. Some couple, they love each other but they missed the chance to be together. You may call this is fate that they couldn't be together. This may be happened to most of the people but in different situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I myself have a little small story to tell, it may not mean anything to you, or even sound childish, but this was not how I think when I was few years back. When I was standard 4, I liked this guy, the most popular guy in school and he was the most good looking. When we were both standard 4, he sat behind me in class. I was so happy that he invited me to his birthday party, and I was among the first he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girls are more mature than boys at younger age. I was 10, this strange feeling starts to grow in me. I always thought that he may had liked me at that time, but I guess he never did. Boys at that age usually doesn't understand the feeling. They may couple maybe a few years later but not because he truly like the girl, but because it's the thing you have to do when you are a teenager, because all your friends do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I really hate getting myself hurt and all messed up. I had the feeling of liking him and never get the same feeling back. I hate that I would feel so happy whenever I saw him but disappointed later when he never look in my direction. I hate that I act differently, not the usual me in front of him. I hate the feel of jealousy whenever he was closer to another girl. I hate that I had to write his name all over my exercise book. Although I was young at that time, and you can call it just a puppy love, but this feeling still caused me some pain, I would never forget this feeling, as I had suffered for this for about two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After primary school, we never meet again, although we had a few class gathering, he never showed up. The contact we have for each other is only during his birthday and I text him a Happy Birthday, that's all. He did not wish me for mine. When I was form 1, I still had a little feeling towards him, less now compared to then as time took away that strong feeling. I added him in Friendster and looked at his photos in it. He looks the same, just as how I remembered him. But he is now having a lot of girls around him. and he smokes. I dont know what to say about him. maybe I dont need to. We wont see other again anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everytime I think of him, which is quite seldom nowadays, I would still like to show him my pretty side, maybe he would think that I'm beautiful and wants to be with me, and I might give it a try although he smokes. But that would never happen, we wouldn't work out anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, that's not important. What is most important is, I tasted the feeling of disappointment in relationship, maybe not as strong as yours, but I was young and he was the first person that I liked. I can still remember the feeling like it just happened yesterday. How my heart beating rate increased whenever he walked closer, how I try to avoid my sight being caught by staring at him... Yes, this kind of feeling is nice and sometimes sweet, but doing the same thing over and over again and never get the same feeling back is sucky. It drains my energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have learnt to protect myself. I read love stories, watched love movies, trying to get some experiences on other's relationship, putting myself in their shoes and imagine myself in their situation, what I would do, etc. I dont want to try it in real life because I know it is going to hurt. Let me live in my fantasy land for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eventually, I stayed in my fantasy land, I didnt know how to get out. I have learnt to control my feeling and also maybe lost the feeling. I cant feel the love (as in couple kinda love) towards anyone, hopefully, yet. But hey, I am still young, I have lots of things to do at this age. So, why choose do tie myself down with a relationship? I am still high school, I want to get into colledge, to university and to work in overseas. When that happen, I would meet more people, better people for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;For me, love is a very &lt;em&gt;suci &lt;/em&gt;kind of&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;feeling, pure. I will only give my heart to my one true love, my Mr. Right, the one who deserves my this little princess heart, not to say that I'm a princess, but I am really hard to take care of. I am not to say a really nice person, I mean, I got this ego thing, emotional and gets angry quite easily. lol. I wonder if I ever get a boyfriend. haha. Age 17 is an age to be at least a little rebellious. That's how we are supposed to be. I think for everyone at this age, all of us think that nobody can boss us around except ourselves. (I love this psychology thing. =]) and we think we always do the right thing. That explains all the quarrels with our parents, hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To be truthful, I have never experience in a relationship yet, and I am not ready for one.  Let me have some fun first before I have to be all mother-ish or bossy and to concern about another life.  Im still a little kid under a young lady body. lol. dun take to me about love now, I wont understand a word.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I dont know what is going to happen to me in the future. Death? Coma? or live longer? it might happen in December or next year February or March. Who know? Anyway, that is not what I wanna bring out today.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; I just want to live my life to the fullest before it is too late. It's my life, it's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive. It's my life! (lol. Sounds familiar? Sing it. Bon Jovi's "It's My Life" haha.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;P.S. I got carried away, Im not like this normally, lol. I cant really remember what I've just said. =] Forget sad things, sometimes I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope you read this, JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5086941658631520219?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5086941658631520219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-4th-july-2009-for-u-thats.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5086941658631520219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5086941658631520219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/diary-entry-4th-july-2009-for-u-thats.html' title='Diary Entry 4th July 2009 (For u. that&apos;s my story)'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5755387374492935421</id><published>2009-07-03T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:15:51.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Centre (1st June 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6rNgYtLJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mmwVEBez1QU/s1600-h/SNC00438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354405255510305938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6rNgYtLJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mmwVEBez1QU/s320/SNC00438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qw5nUYUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/6R_frt1zXrQ/s1600-h/SNC00445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404764066275650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qw5nUYUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/6R_frt1zXrQ/s320/SNC00445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qwufJX7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/12ptI4EuPBg/s1600-h/SNC00451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404761079209906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qwufJX7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/12ptI4EuPBg/s320/SNC00451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qwYdWzEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BvfyZqTL__Y/s1600-h/SNC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404755166121026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qwYdWzEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BvfyZqTL__Y/s320/SNC00460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HIV virus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qwLtZeRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Lx9d9RMWyj8/s1600-h/SNC00466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404751743744274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qwLtZeRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Lx9d9RMWyj8/s320/SNC00466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both of us born in the month of Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qvyVxNgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hVj4mQ2Kvus/s1600-h/SNC00468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404744933750274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6qvyVxNgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hVj4mQ2Kvus/s320/SNC00468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6pnNDYZCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/CiXn2git90U/s1600-h/SNC00469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354403497973933090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6pnNDYZCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/CiXn2git90U/s320/SNC00469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Periodic Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6pmtTqKVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HAhQfKwpQdg/s1600-h/SNC00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354403489452271954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6pmtTqKVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/HAhQfKwpQdg/s320/SNC00472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you see the men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6pmXT21KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/0RXmGhNSAx4/s1600-h/SNC00476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354403483547522210" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oUoXc1TI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mYbDA5HqlOw/s1600-h/SNC00485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354402079376725298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oUoXc1TI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mYbDA5HqlOw/s320/SNC00485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oUXlO1LI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ed1TMusWGFA/s1600-h/SNC00489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354402074871125170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oUXlO1LI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ed1TMusWGFA/s320/SNC00489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oUI8AZyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0zmV9cEetWs/s1600-h/SNC00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354402070940116770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oUI8AZyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0zmV9cEetWs/s320/SNC00491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6siF5nkJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-ErM1V5kr7U/s1600-h/SNC00495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354406708689473682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6siF5nkJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-ErM1V5kr7U/s320/SNC00495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oTSvlL5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pyVrmnfolNU/s1600-h/SNC00497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354402056392486802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6oTSvlL5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pyVrmnfolNU/s320/SNC00497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5755387374492935421?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5755387374492935421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/science-centre-1st-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5755387374492935421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5755387374492935421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/science-centre-1st-june-2009.html' title='Science Centre (1st June 2009)'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6rNgYtLJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mmwVEBez1QU/s72-c/SNC00438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-7512267523603844626</id><published>2009-07-03T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:47:46.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photos for retirement day</title><content type='html'>hehe.. jeng jeng jeng jeng.. I've got my prefect photos! Lots of thx to Sonia!! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lY8EcAUI/AAAAAAAAAko/c4ybupa3DjU/s1600-h/4923_93060998589_549358589_2111111_2795047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354398854850281794" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lY8EcAUI/AAAAAAAAAko/c4ybupa3DjU/s320/4923_93060998589_549358589_2111111_2795047_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lYo-R3xI/AAAAAAAAAkg/SYDTJTwRhts/s1600-h/4923_93060953589_549358589_2111102_1562967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354398849724178194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lYo-R3xI/AAAAAAAAAkg/SYDTJTwRhts/s320/4923_93060953589_549358589_2111102_1562967_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lYV-BH2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/DShn79knnaY/s1600-h/4923_93060858589_549358589_2111085_3654948_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354398844622806882" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lYV-BH2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/DShn79knnaY/s320/4923_93060858589_549358589_2111085_3654948_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lYGsMyZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1ulIb2UxmRg/s1600-h/4923_93060823589_549358589_2111079_3794966_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354398840521542034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lYGsMyZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1ulIb2UxmRg/s320/4923_93060823589_549358589_2111079_3794966_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lX-dxGtI/AAAAAAAAAkI/9b7E6S6sb5I/s1600-h/4923_93060738589_549358589_2111065_2407430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354398838313523922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lX-dxGtI/AAAAAAAAAkI/9b7E6S6sb5I/s320/4923_93060738589_549358589_2111065_2407430_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-7512267523603844626?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/7512267523603844626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-for-retirement-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7512267523603844626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/7512267523603844626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-for-retirement-day.html' title='photos for retirement day'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sk6lY8EcAUI/AAAAAAAAAko/c4ybupa3DjU/s72-c/4923_93060998589_549358589_2111111_2795047_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5811020640171656416</id><published>2009-06-29T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:13:33.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect Retirement Day (29th June 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skiou1dKbdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/q8ljxnSrc1I/s1600-h/5066_91726253589_549358589_2088262_4773030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352713679706680786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skiou1dKbdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/q8ljxnSrc1I/s320/5066_91726253589_549358589_2088262_4773030_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today is my school's prefects and librarians retirement day! Well, let's only talk about prefects. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This morning when I reached the school, when I saw the form 4s are wearing theirs blazers (some are so fitting and some are so freaking oversized), and the probats wearing their new prefect uniforms, I felt like crying already. Man, I couldnt believe Im leaving the prefectorial board already. I have only been a prefect for a year. From today onwards, there will no duty for us (yeah) and of course, no early recess and going early out of class for after school duty (sob). Starting from tomorrow, all of the retired prefects would have to line up in their own class line during every morning assembly. I'll need some time to get used to all these small things. I felt useless now. The school doesnt need us anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the whole retirement and announcing new exco for the librarians, it's our show time. The form 5s went to stage one by one to receive our appreciation certificate (all fake one), then we line up in front of the students, doing the bow we had been practising for a few times last week. I wished, wanted it to be perfect, like what the ex-prefects did last year, theirs were so organized and everyone moved at the same direction, same motion. Unfortunately, some one in the line this year, screwed up a little. I just wished the applause from the students would be a little louder. After the form 5s prefect (including the excos) exit and walked to the back of the &lt;em&gt;tapak perhimpunan &lt;/em&gt;in pairs, we now are truly retired. After us, the new prefects would be announced and went up to the stage one by one too. Later was the introduction for the new prefectorial board. Someone received lots of BOOs. Thank God I did not get any. Lol, coz I'm nice ma. hehe =] I still remember how nervous I felt before going up on the stage. I was so scared that I might tripped on my way, or get Booed, or did not do the bow right. wow, lots of worry. Fortunately, none of this happened to me. I must have been a really good girl. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After the bla bla bla, the editorial board wanted to take photos of the prefects. They took so freaking damn long to arrange this and that, say that all the prefects cannot fit into one photo la, say want to save publishing cost la. Wtv, I was just feeling so annoyed and stuffy and hot, and Carmen with her complain and over reaction beside me, I really felt like slapping and yelling at people already. In the end, they decided to separate the old prefects and the new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Later, it's the form 5s free time. =] people took out their cameras and started to take photos. bla bla. I did not bring mine, so I just have to make sure Im in everyone's camera because I knew that they would post all the photos in facebook. At the end of the day, I'll just have to take it from facebook la. make my life so much easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ate McD (paid myself) and the form 4s gave the form 5s a cake, Daniel gave us another personally. Today is also Hasif's birthday. Therefore, the form 5s dedicated the prefect cake to Hasif as his birthday cake. I dont mind, I dont like cakes. We sang Happy Birthday song for Hasif in different versions before he sliced the cake, and for the cake Danial gave us, we sang the prefect song! Oh, I never sang so &lt;em&gt;semangat&lt;/em&gt;-ly for the prefect song. I was a bit touched when I sang the song so loudly with the rest of the prefects. I am so going to miss my juniors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After they sang the songs and they started to give outs the cakes, I went to my class since I didnt want to have any of the cakes. Chem teacher was teaching and Melvin, Ngat Ming, Agesh, Nicole and Nakita were in the class already. The rest probably just wondering around or just stayed in the prefect room skipping class. I almost fell asleep listening to the Chem teacher. After she went out of her class, I slept peacefully and didnt know what happened in class until the class monitor asked the class to stand up and greet the next subject teacher. I think I missed a lot coz I didnt know Natali went out and Melvin went down to the prefect room. When I was awake, Nat and Melvin were already in class. wow, I must be really tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eugene and Glan (hah, I finally remember your name) came into my class and we started chatting, about cars, to be specific Ferrari, well, they asked. I didnt realised that some people dont know how to differentiate Ferrari into a few different models. (thx Eugene.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2pm until 3pm. Add Maths additional class. She just have to use up my archery time. Anyway, when I finished the class and wanted to check out on the archery club, but apparently, there wasnt any, Y? Because the one whom I passed the key to went to tuition straight away without passing the key ot another person in-charged or help to open the store. Yes, I am very mad at him but what can I do? Everyone makes mistake and he apologised. I want him to feel bad about this and I do not want this to happen again in the future. The person who did the same thing next time, anyone, that person will get it from me, I wont let that person off the hook so easily. Do you know how I feel? I felt so guilty and sorry for those people who stayed back for the archery club. I apologised to them too, some said it's okay since they don't really care (ouch) and some forgave me although they really wanted to shoot today (double ouch). I swear I'll &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; the person who do the same thing when I'm still the president. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is basically the day la. My photos are probably still in someone's someone's camera. I'll get it from facebook soon, I hope. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;btw, check this out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5231112/best-video-ive-seen-today-will-make-you-smile"&gt;http://gizmodo.com/5231112/best-video-ive-seen-today-will-make-you-smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5811020640171656416?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5811020640171656416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-my-schools-prefects-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5811020640171656416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5811020640171656416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-my-schools-prefects-and.html' title='Prefect Retirement Day (29th June 2009)'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skiou1dKbdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/q8ljxnSrc1I/s72-c/5066_91726253589_549358589_2088262_4773030_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-2581394072547327415</id><published>2009-06-28T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:09:55.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Scapes at KL Pac (27th of June 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcjsSbDAeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I-cf-Ai6T1M/s1600-h/SNC00339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285925919621602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcjsSbDAeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I-cf-Ai6T1M/s320/SNC00339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;at KL Pac.. there was a bazar. Urban Scapes. designers design their own brand of clothes and try to sell them here. the online butique stores also try to sell things here, including scalves, handbags, shoes and other accesories. And most of the people there are quite fashionable, i mean, they dressed out with the 'in' stuff like &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;gentlemen hat and &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; shoes (like Romans one). and 90% of them have a DSLR!! I bet most of them came from designing university colledge like The One Academy or something. I wonder did Emelyn go there that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcjsIIwC_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NvTQRiMyDmY/s1600-h/SNC00345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285923158526962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcjsIIwC_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NvTQRiMyDmY/s320/SNC00345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carmen's mum and friend had a booth there selling some clothes, bags and necklaces. When I was taking photos of myself, a guy came in front of us and wanted a photo of me taking photo of myself! Weird and so funny la. I was shocked. After taking photos of me and Carmen, he went off, so I continued what I did before (taking photos of myself), then this another guy came out from no where, took pic of me taking my photos of myself again! What??!! What's wrong with taking photos of myself? Why are they people taking my photo? dang. Maybe they had to do a folio or they are bloggers or something. Strange and embarrassing la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcjr-mToFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/5vUqsWUYeRE/s1600-h/SNC00358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285920598138962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcjr-mToFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/5vUqsWUYeRE/s320/SNC00358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;this was where Carmen and I sat when we are taking photos of ourselves. =p on the left is the KL Pac building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcjrs5EuUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/F6msww0Tq2E/s1600-h/SNC00359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285915845015874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcjrs5EuUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/F6msww0Tq2E/s320/SNC00359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;KL Pac so pretty right? This is one of my favourite place! And the best thing is, it is located just in front of my house! Walking distance!! Haha. If there's anything going on, I'm there. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcjrUcFtuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hEgxwALd5pA/s1600-h/SNC00360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285909280995042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcjrUcFtuI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hEgxwALd5pA/s320/SNC00360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The wind was kinda strong so I had to ocassionally hold on to my hat, I don't want my lovely hat to fall into the lake on the right of the pic. This hat worth my almost two weeks pocket money and most importantly, it's the 'in' hat. When Carmen, Nicole and Erice first saw me, they thought I was overdressed, but I wasn't. I saw many people wearing the same kinda hat already, and I'm one of the people with the most clothing on my body. haiz. they are wearing spaghetti strips and bla bla la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg2eMF5qI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CQWNYUbAyu4/s1600-h/SNC00364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282802341930658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg2eMF5qI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CQWNYUbAyu4/s320/SNC00364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I dressed a bit tom boyish with that kinda hat (it looks like a cowgirl hat sometimes) and Carmen was wearing a colourful dress. Erm. Don't get the wrong idea. I hope those people who saw us didnt. Oh, and Carmen had heavy make up, and I didnt. Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg2E-wgBI/AAAAAAAAAio/Eawu6B46rGE/s1600-h/SNC00370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282795575115794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg2E-wgBI/AAAAAAAAAio/Eawu6B46rGE/s320/SNC00370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We passed by this "art design" which were dangling on the wall, the idea was to tie up some old things and everything was in black. I did not noticed the television can actually work until I stood under the "art piece". Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg1r09w3I/AAAAAAAAAig/A-G-9mRnECc/s1600-h/SNC00377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282788823155570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg1r09w3I/AAAAAAAAAig/A-G-9mRnECc/s320/SNC00377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;kia kia. (^.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg1V5BahI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Sw6TwxeMdTQ/s1600-h/SNC00378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282782934592018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg1V5BahI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Sw6TwxeMdTQ/s320/SNC00378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;see the pics also know la. The booths. So many people were there, especially the ice blended drinks, wow, long queue wei, and they sure are making lots of mo~nay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg1HdNgEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QWxKIe7whDU/s1600-h/SNC00381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282779059847234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcg1HdNgEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QWxKIe7whDU/s320/SNC00381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In front of the KL Pac builing, there were always professional people perfoming, dramas or actions, and, as you can see, many people seems to enjoy it. For this "action", I dont really understand, so I just walked away after a while, trying to understand what was going on and gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkceoSD1CFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/6yAuKUM_014/s1600-h/SNC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352280359544621138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkceoSD1CFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/6yAuKUM_014/s320/SNC00383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Behind the X Pac thingie, there was a sort of mini concert and those only who bought the tickets can enter. Yuna was there, Pop Shuvit was there too!! Yeah!! But the problem is, I didnt wanna buy the ticket just to see their faces (coz I can hear the music from everywhere) and, the way to walk back to my house is to go through there! What will make the guards believe that I was just going through to go back to my lovely home? T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh, nevermind, I know another way, of course. This is where I always jog, how could I forget. cheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcen0HOd5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/w1mUcNYUoOM/s1600-h/SNC00386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352280351505807250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcen0HOd5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/w1mUcNYUoOM/s320/SNC00386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love this whole drum thing! I enjoyed it even without being in the group! I think everyone around them would feel the same also. I just can't stop tapping my feet! Haha! Im Happy Feet! joke. SO, after this round, I quickly went closer and grabbed a stick with bottle caps (I dont want drum coz it's the base), then we started the next round! Wow! It's like team work, man! everyone has to follow the rhythm and try not to mess out the whole thing. oh, and I was touched. This is because no matter what kinda instrument you have (what kinda personalities or small greatness you have), you are still part of the group and the whole rhythm would not feel so nice or same without any of the instruments, even something as small as a ball with something inside it and make sound when you shake it (what's that?) or even something that only produce weak sound (drum was the loudest). alaa.. in a nut shell, even though you may only help a little in a team, you are still important, maybe your help is the most essential in the team, who knows? =] get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcenuLXubI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OdL9NZWQq4I/s1600-h/SNC00396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352280349912578482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcenuLXubI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OdL9NZWQq4I/s320/SNC00396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The whole phrase spelled Urban Scapes and there were many balloons there. And when Carmen was taking this photo of me, a guy with a video set (the one you can see when there is only interview outdoors, guys carrying this thing on his shoulder one?) yeah, he took a video of me, posing, i guess. Oh god! Why is this happening to me? Am I not embarrassed enough already? (hm.. maybe I got potential into modelling. but I am too short for this kinda thing. I was joking about the modelling stuff. Parden me.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcenb2-WAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kJiB5tk9pkw/s1600-h/SNC00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352280344995190786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Skcenb2-WAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kJiB5tk9pkw/s320/SNC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carmen's mum opened this online boutique store call &lt;em&gt;Stuff v Love.&lt;/em&gt; Go find out more about it on Google. haha. Blogspot oso la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcenFEPXnI/AAAAAAAAAho/Z0nw8RHttSg/s1600-h/SNC00406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352280338876817010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcenFEPXnI/AAAAAAAAAho/Z0nw8RHttSg/s320/SNC00406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Carmen's mum's friend sells some painting too. or crafts.. hm..&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/6467430678734169552-2581394072547327415?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/2581394072547327415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkcjsSbDAeI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I-cf-Ai6T1M/s72-c/SNC00339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-4928664347748424653</id><published>2009-06-24T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:37:19.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>阿头 （2009年6月24日）</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;今天和昨天校刊社有为学校杂志拍社团和校对的照片。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;昨天我没帮到太多忙。对不起哦，因为我也有在拍照。=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;今天和昨天一样，进展真的像乌龟，不，应该说是像蜗牛一样慢！本来我的工作是安排照片中同学，依照高矮来排位置的。但是每次拍完一个社团时，却找不到下一个社团人员的踪影，或者是不知道下个要拍照的社团是哪个。负责摄影的中四学生阿头又常常不见人影，因为他到处乱走，管一些他不用管理的一些小事，那些都应该是他的手下干的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;由于看不顺眼馒手慢脚的人，所以我索性当起“阿头”来。我安排跑腿的去找其他社团和老师，才能在最短的时间内完成。不然我看今天是拍不完的。自夸一下，没有我，我看当时的情形真的很乱，今天拍完时，中四阿头还向我问哪个社团今天不能拍照（因为社团人员不足）。哈哈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;至少今天我当了一天的阿头，感觉真过瘾。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;给要当阿头的人一些忠告，要当阿头就要有阿头的原则。阿头是给手下工作做为主，不是一开始就看手下的工作情形。手下没有被派工作，他们要这么样开工呢？谢谢。哈哈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-4928664347748424653?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/4928664347748424653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/2009624.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4928664347748424653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/4928664347748424653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/2009624.html' title='阿头 （2009年6月24日）'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-9166234881014244847</id><published>2009-06-23T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:56:57.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>中华独中90年纪念日 （2009年6月21日）</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZLla2PgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6UVT2JDSmUU/s1600-h/SNC00304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350515150362656258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZLla2PgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6UVT2JDSmUU/s320/SNC00304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;终于能踏进中华独立中学了！哈哈！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZLaTGNOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vpVv9rBK9Tg/s1600-h/SNC00305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350515147377358050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZLaTGNOI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vpVv9rBK9Tg/s320/SNC00305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;圆舞台——同学们表演的完美地点！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZLDkq_cI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KqYxOe0XVdk/s1600-h/SNC00309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350515141277056450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZLDkq_cI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KqYxOe0XVdk/s320/SNC00309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;管乐团的表演&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZK5ODU9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/ka0us0WWuuM/s1600-h/SNC00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350515138497827794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDZK5ODU9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/ka0us0WWuuM/s320/SNC00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;口琴的表演时间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWZ5hBpEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/KIpzw9I4BsA/s1600-h/SNC00315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350512097740563522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWZ5hBpEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/KIpzw9I4BsA/s320/SNC00315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;印度舞，其他学生也欢迎加入！好热闹哦!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWZknhEbI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2iM3eNmekF8/s1600-h/SNC00316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350512092130644402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWZknhEbI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2iM3eNmekF8/s320/SNC00316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;舞蹈社团的走秀！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWZBPdKFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IyhvWfUWuKo/s1600-h/SNC00317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350512082634483794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWZBPdKFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/IyhvWfUWuKo/s320/SNC00317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;这应该是美术社立体组的杰作吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWY5VnqQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7c9hCLtmOYo/s1600-h/SNC00318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350512080512854274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/SkDWY5VnqQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7c9hCLtmOYo/s320/SNC00318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;合唱比赛！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;五个字——不枉此一游！而且我非常崇拜中华独中的学生哦！他们既多才多艺，又很有才干等等。和他们的学校比起来，我的学校逊很多咯！对不起啦！=] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-9166234881014244847?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/9166234881014244847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/90-2009621.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-8662039768929341731</id><published>2009-06-21T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T05:42:50.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway on 17th June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School had a trip for the first classes in science and art to Sunway University for a carrier talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1: Self Assessment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=Capability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=Expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2: Carreer Options&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Shortlist few occupations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Understand outlook of the job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Find skills needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3: Influential Factors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Parents expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Friends/ Relatives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Financial constrains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Marketplace demand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 4: Educational Pathway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Check the education pathway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Select the right institution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= Make financial plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 5: Take Action&lt;br /&gt;= Pass SPM with flying colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b5rKzT1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/mSnK-0q-_FA/s1600-h/SNC00275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349744085017251666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b5rKzT1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/mSnK-0q-_FA/s400/SNC00275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349744090139792562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b5-QHFLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/9TMcPmvxsDs/s400/SNC00276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;students' practice restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b6GD2-HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qfA4YMesoLk/s1600-h/SNC00278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349744092235888754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b6GD2-HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qfA4YMesoLk/s400/SNC00278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b6SVOh9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/0jUCMGRhK7c/s1600-h/SNC00279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349744095529961426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b6SVOh9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/0jUCMGRhK7c/s400/SNC00279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349746423079288482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4eBxIOvqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZOdrE8_CiJ8/s320/SNC00280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where all the DJs go on air. It's an air tight room. So stuffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4eCEQhDwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BgmtG9Y9FLo/s1600-h/SNC00282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349746428214316802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4eCEQhDwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BgmtG9Y9FLo/s320/SNC00282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bio lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4eCQKU50I/AAAAAAAAAeY/cjbmvUD4UKc/s1600-h/SNC00283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349746431409579842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4eCQKU50I/AAAAAAAAAeY/cjbmvUD4UKc/s320/SNC00283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bio lab's window. So pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4eCsYNCBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/66ASxrrh9zU/s1600-h/SNC00286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349746438983976978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4eCsYNCBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/66ASxrrh9zU/s320/SNC00286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another bio lab, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gBh6TRkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iE08qAi8Klo/s1600-h/SNC00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349748618017588802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gBh6TRkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iE08qAi8Klo/s320/SNC00290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gCBmga8I/AAAAAAAAAew/XzFKh5cS0Fk/s1600-h/SNC00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349748626524498882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gCBmga8I/AAAAAAAAAew/XzFKh5cS0Fk/s320/SNC00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gCdM3V6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/8UxZL7C48pg/s1600-h/SNC00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349748633933141922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gCdM3V6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/8UxZL7C48pg/s320/SNC00293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frog anf rat after bisected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gCub1y6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/uwHpf-CKTLw/s1600-h/SNC00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349748638559357858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4gCub1y6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/uwHpf-CKTLw/s320/SNC00294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cat's bone.. and blind fish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4hy1C3jAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8PH3HUrLQ7g/s1600-h/SNC00296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349750564479011842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4hy1C3jAI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8PH3HUrLQ7g/s320/SNC00296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nursing room. reminds me of a Taiwan series =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4hzJz_QRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HswKqFHztVg/s1600-h/SNC00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349750570053746962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4hzJz_QRI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HswKqFHztVg/s320/SNC00299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4hzY_WoFI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8zNMxUoIhME/s1600-h/SNC00300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349750574127947858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4hzY_WoFI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8zNMxUoIhME/s320/SNC00300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;extracurriculum activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-8662039768929341731?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/8662039768929341731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunway-on-17th-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8662039768929341731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/8662039768929341731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunway-on-17th-june-2009.html' title='Sunway on 17th June 2009'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Sj4b5rKzT1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/mSnK-0q-_FA/s72-c/SNC00275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467430678734169552.post-5428868843372279671</id><published>2009-06-09T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:04:52.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of me and sis when we were young =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;U wanna see? lol.. So cute. Dad wanna put some photos of me and sis when we were really young. Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9LQCXZf3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4UTO-STEBJA/s1600-h/SNC00252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345574021597069170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9LQCXZf3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4UTO-STEBJA/s320/SNC00252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.. this is me! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9LQZKTxuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sGiYvvyxRRQ/s1600-h/SNC00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345574027716183778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9LQZKTxuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sGiYvvyxRRQ/s320/SNC00253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAi YA!!! Watch out!! (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9LQhYAP6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/BQx5pk2sWqI/s1600-h/SNC00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345574029921107874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9LQhYAP6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/BQx5pk2sWqI/s320/SNC00254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Argh.. I'm hit! So pain. I cant believe you did this to me.. (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M85F8pwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/cdU46b_HPsM/s1600-h/SNC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345575891713697538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M85F8pwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/cdU46b_HPsM/s320/SNC00256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hehe. my new hairstyle.. lol. Im serious. my fringe is around that length now. Haha.. of course I didnt tie my hair like that la. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M9an4j-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/WMcj1JYLnDc/s1600-h/SNC00266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345575900714405858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M9an4j-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/WMcj1JYLnDc/s320/SNC00266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chocolate is my favourite since young! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M9th1RYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OBqYSwz4uEc/s1600-h/SNC00264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345575905789298050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M9th1RYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OBqYSwz4uEc/s320/SNC00264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng jeng. here comes my sis, I dun feel easy when she smiles like that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M93UpJJI/AAAAAAAAAco/B9t94X_wuSk/s1600-h/SNC00262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345575908418331794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9M93UpJJI/AAAAAAAAAco/B9t94X_wuSk/s320/SNC00262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Mum! Pls dun leave me!" says sis. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QALsIRjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fVueV29ioW4/s1600-h/SNC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345579246780171826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QALsIRjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fVueV29ioW4/s320/SNC00261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Im not talking to you anymore! You keep on taking my photos, when am I supposed to eat my birthday cake?" says sis. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QAashpuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jT1Nndw8b_c/s1600-h/SNC00263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345579250808366818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QAashpuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jT1Nndw8b_c/s320/SNC00263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Dun cry dun cry. I'll call someone to help you. Leave it to me," says sis. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QA-mHgSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LEZbFLuYsKU/s1600-h/SNC00265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345579260445163810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QA-mHgSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LEZbFLuYsKU/s320/SNC00265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Pls dun hurt me. I'll tell my mum later a.." says sis to our ex-neighbour. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QAp4Ns2I/AAAAAAAAAdA/3TMaU-vNuM8/s1600-h/SNC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345579254883922786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9QAp4Ns2I/AAAAAAAAAdA/3TMaU-vNuM8/s320/SNC00258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Choi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9TzwioJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UfaOWmn7cZI/s1600-h/SNC00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345583431380641762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9TzwioJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UfaOWmn7cZI/s320/SNC00260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That girl in pink is ME!! haha. I didnt know I'm so cute last time. Now oso rite? (yeah!) Thx!! Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The baby is my little sis.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9T0KsDxBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/f8Gn6HQsLqg/s1600-h/SNC00267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345583438399521810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9T0KsDxBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/f8Gn6HQsLqg/s320/SNC00267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;kia kia kia.. (laughter) sis is sitting on dad's shoulder k? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9V2rGMQ_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/bumGkaLqDgw/s1600-h/SNC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345585680482059250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9V2rGMQ_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/bumGkaLqDgw/s400/SNC00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When we are done with chosing the photos, it would probably looks like this. I did this yo~ haha =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Put the photos in a frame and put it in the living room. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6467430678734169552-5428868843372279671?l=resha-cornie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/feeds/5428868843372279671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/photos-of-me-and-sis-when-we-were-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5428868843372279671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6467430678734169552/posts/default/5428868843372279671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://resha-cornie.blogspot.com/2009/06/photos-of-me-and-sis-when-we-were-young.html' title='Photos of me and sis when we were young =]'/><author><name>Cornie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076314356433514751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tQunNhNkYg/TfQplxQY00I/AAAAAAAAA44/g6_LtXB4jzI/s220/IMG_0737.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Z2x4xXoRnw/Si9LQCXZf3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/4UTO-STEBJA/s72-c/SNC00252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
